Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
Edith SitwellRead
The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.
Interpretation
People tend to accept ideas that lack truth, regardless of their validity.
This quote by Edith Sitwell suggests that the general populace is often willing to accept and believe in falsehoods rather than confront uncomfortable truths. It reflects a commentary on human nature and societal trends, emphasizing how misinformation can easily spread if it aligns with peopleβs beliefs or desires, highlighting the importance of critical thinking and a commitment to truth.
In practice
In a speech addressing the spread of misinformation, one might say, 'As Edith Sitwell wisely noted, the public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.'
Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
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Immorality: the morality of those who are having a better time.
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