Now there we have instances of three prominent ostensible civilisations working the silent-assertion lie.  Could one find other instances in the three countries?  I think so.  Not so very many perhaps, but say a billion—­just so as to keep within bounds.  Are those countries working that kind of lie, day in and day out, in thousands and thousands of varieties, without ever resting?  Yes, we know that to be true.  The universal conspiracy of the silent-assertion lie is hard at work always and everywhere, and always in the interest of a stupidity or a sham, never in the interest of a thing fine or respectable.  Is it the most timid and shabby of all lies?  It seems to have the look of it.  For ages and ages it has mutely laboured in the interest of despotisms and aristocracies and chattel slaveries, and military slaveries, and religious slaveries, and has kept them alive; keeps them alive yet, here and there and yonder, all about the globe; and will go on keeping them alive until the silent-assertion lie retires from business—­the silent assertion that nothing is going on which fair and intelligent men are aware of and are engaged by their duty to try to stop.

What I am arriving at is this:  When whole races and peoples conspire to propagate gigantic mute lies in the interest of tyrannies and shams, why should we care anything about the trifling lies told by individuals?  Why should we try to make it appear that abstention from lying is a virtue?  Why should we want to beguile ourselves in that way?  Why should we without shame help the nation lie, and then be ashamed to do a little lying on our own account?  Why shouldn’t we be honest and honourable, and lie every time we get a chance?  That is to say, why shouldn’t we be consistent, and either lie all the time or not at all?  Why should we help the nation lie the whole day long and then object to telling one little individual private lie in our own interest to go to bed on?  Just for the refreshment of it, I mean, and to take the rancid taste out of our mouth.

Here in England they have the oddest ways.  They won’t tell a spoken lie —­nothing can persuade them.  Except in a large moral interest, like politics or religion, I mean.  To tell a spoken lie to get even the poorest little personal advantage out of it is a thing which is impossible to them.  They make me ashamed of myself sometimes, they are so bigoted.  They will not even tell a lie for the fun of it; they will not tell it when it hasn’t even a suggestion of damage or advantage in it for any one.  This has a restraining influence upon me in spite of reason, and I am always getting out of practice.

Of course, they tell all sorts of little unspoken lies, just like anybody; but they don’t notice it until their attention is called to it.  They have got me so that sometimes I never tell a verbal lie now except in a modified form; and even in the modified form they don’t approve of it.  Still, that is as far as I can go in the interest of the growing friendly relations between the two countries; I must keep some of my self-respect—­and my health.  I can live on a pretty low diet, but I can’t get along on no sustenance at all.