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Truth never looks at me crookedly but always straight on. Sometimes the small humanness In me tries to turn my gaze. Truth maybe too bright, too garish, without pity. Sometimes truth seems not to be beautiful. But more and more with the passage of years I find that I can turn my gaze directly into the face of truth. And more and more I can perceive with quaint surprise that the truth I thought to be ugly is more beautiful than the lie that I feared was true.