But in other respects I resemble neither the long-haired Greeks nor the trousered Trojans.

I am old and hideous, and in outward appearance I am as like Socrates as in inward disposition I am totally different from him.

Admit, since I admit it, that I am the ugliest and smallest man of your acquaintance." "It is not to be denied," said Unorna with a smile.
"The admission will make the performance so much the more interesting.
And now, as the conjurer says when he begins, observe that there is no deception.

That is the figure of speech called lying, because there is to be nothing but deception from beginning to end.

Did you ever consider the nature of a lie, Unorna?
It is a very interesting subject." "I thought you were going to make love to me." "True; how easily one forgets those little things! And yet no woman ever forgave a man who forgot to make love when she expected him to do so.
For a woman, who is a woman, never forgets to be exigent.