posted on: Thursday January 28, 2010
Conor Leary ’11 / Asst. Portfolio Editor
David lied. He lied on mattresses and cushions, in cribs and cots, and four-poster beds, surrounded by cuddly creatures, folded books, and extinguished flesh, beneath mobiles, canopies, ceilings, and the stars. He lied to people, to men, to women, the old, the young, the State and lied especially to the IRS. He lied with words, with devilish combinations of grammar and syntax to achieve ranks of fabrication that made alchemy possible.