On the Decay of the Art of Lying by Mark Twain
[Sameul Clemens]
ESSAY, FOR DISCUSSION, READ AT A MEETING OF THE
HISTORICAL
AND ANTIQUARIAN CLUB OF HARTFORD, AND OFFERED FOR
THE
THIRTY-DOLLAR PRIZE.[*]
[*] Did not take the prize.
Observe, I do not mean to suggest that the _custom_
of lying has suffered any decay or interruption--no,
for the Lie, as a Virtue, A Principle, is eternal; the
Lie, as a recreation, a solace, a refuge in time of need,
the fourth Grace, the tenth Muse, man's best and surest
friend, is immortal, and cannot perish from the earth
while this club remains. My complaint simply concerns
the decay of the _art_ of lying. No high-minded man, no
man of right feeling, can contemplate the lumbering and
slovenly lying of the present day without grieving to
see a noble art so prostituted. In this veteran presence
I
naturally enter upon this theme with diffidence; it
is like an old maid trying to teach nursery matters to
the mothers in Israel. It would not become to me to
criticise you, gentlemen--who are nearly all my
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elders--and my superiors, in this thing--if I should
here and there _seem_ to do it, I trust it will in most
cases be more in a spirit of admiration than
fault-finding; indeed if this finest of the fine arts
had everywhere received the attention, the
encouragement, and conscientious practice and
development which this club has devoted to it, I should
not need to utter this lament, or shred a single tear.
I do not say this to flatter: I say it in a spirit
of just and appreciative recognition. [It had been my
intention, at this point, to mention names and to give
illustrative specimens, but indications observable
about me admonished me to beware of the particulars and
confine myself to generalities.]
No fact is more firmly established than that lying
is a necessity of our circumstances--the deduction
that it is then a Virtue goes without saying.
No virtue can reach its highest usefulness without
careful and diligent cultivation--therefore, it goes
without saying that this one ought to be taught in the
public schools--even in the newspapers. What chance has
the ignorant uncultivated liar against the educated
expert? What chance have I
against Mr. Per--against a lawyer? _Judicious_
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lying is what the world needs.
I sometimes think it were even better and safer not
to lie at all than to lie injudiciously. An awkward,
unscientific lie is often as ineffectual as the truth.
Now let us see what the philosophers say. Note that
venerable proverb:
Children and fools _always_ speak the truth. The
deduction is plain--adults and wise persons
_never_speak it. Parkman, the historian, says, "The
principle of truth may itself be carried into an
absurdity." In another place in the same chapters he
says, "The saying is old that truth should not be spoken
at all times; and those whom a sick conscience worries
into habitual violation of the maxim are imbeciles and
nuisances." It is strong language, but true. None of
us could _live_ with an habitual truth-teller; but thank
goodness none of us has to. An habitual truth-teller
is simply an impossible creature; he does not exist;
he never has existed. Of course there are people who
_think_ they never lie, but it is not so--and this
ignorance is one of the very things that shame our
so-called civilization. Everybody lies--every day;
every hour;
awake; asleep; in his dreams; in his joy; in his
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mourning; if he keeps his tongue still, his hands, his
feet, his eyes, his attitude, will convey
deception--and purposely. Even in sermons--but that is
a platitude.
In a far country where I once lived the ladies used
to go around paying calls, under the humane and kindly
pretence of wanting to see each other;
and when they returned home, they would cry out with
a glad voice, saying, "We made sixteen calls and found
fourteen of them out"--not meaning that they found out
anything important against the fourteen--no, that was
only a colloquial phrase to signify that they were not
at home--and their manner of saying it expressed their
lively satisfaction in that fact. Now their pretence
of wanting to see the fourteen--and the other two whom
they had been less lucky with--was that commonest and
mildest form of lying which is sufficiently described
as a deflection from the truth. Is it justifiable?
Most certainly. It is beautiful, it is noble; for
its object is, _not_ to reap profit, but to convey a
pleasure to the sixteen. The iron-souled truth-monger
would plainly manifest, or even utter the fact that he
didn't want to see those people--and he would be an ass,
and inflict totally unnecessary pain.
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And next, those ladies in that far country--but
never mind, they had a thousand pleasant ways of lying,
that grew out of gentle impulses, and were a credit to
their intelligence and an honor to their hearts. Let the
particulars go.
The men in that far country were liars, every one.
Their mere howdy-do was a lie, because _they_ didn't
care how you did, except they were undertakers. To the
ordinary inquirer you lied in return; for you made no
conscientious diagnostic of your case, but answered at
random, and usually missed it considerably. You lied
to the undertaker, and said your health was failing--a
wholly commendable lie, since it cost you nothing and
pleased the other man.
If a stranger called and interrupted you, you said
with your hearty tongue, "I'm glad to see you," and said
with your heartier soul, "I wish you were with the
cannibals and it was dinner-time." When he went, you said
regretfully, "_Must_ you go?" and followed it with a
"Call again;" but you did no harm, for you did not
deceive anybody nor inflict any hurt, whereas the truth
would have made you both unhappy.
I think that all this courteous lying is a sweet and
loving art, and should be cultivated. The highest
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perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice,
built, from the base to the dome, of graceful and gilded
forms of charitable and unselfish lying.
What I bemoan is the growing prevalence of the brutal
truth. Let us do what we can to eradicate it. An
injurious truth has no merit over an injurious lie.
Neither should ever be uttered. The man who speaks
an injurious truth lest his soul be not saved if he do
otherwise, should reflect that that sort of a soul is
not strictly worth saving. The man who tells a lie to
help a poor devil out of trouble, is one of whom the
angels doubtless say, "Lo, here is an heroic soul who
casts his own welfare in jeopardy to succor his
neighbor's;
let us exalt this magnanimous liar."
An injurious lie is an uncommendable thing; and so,
also, and in the same degree, is an injurious truth--a
fact that is recognized by the law of libel.
Among other common lies, we have the _silent_
lie--the deception which one conveys by simply keeping
still and concealing the truth. Many obstinate
truth-mongers indulge in this dissipation, imagining
that if they _speak_ no lie, they lie not at all. In
that far country where I once lived, there was a lovely
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spirit, a lady whose impulses were always high and pure,
and whose character answered to them. One day I was
there at dinner, and remarked, in a general way, that
we are all liars. She was amazed, and said, "Not _all_?"
It was before "Pinafore's" time. so I did not make
the response which would naturally follow in our day,
but frankly said, "Yes, _all_--we are all liars.
There are no exceptions." She looked almost offended,
"Why, do you include _me_?" "Certainly," I said. "I
think you even rank as an expert." She said "Sh-'sh!
the children!" So the subject was changed in deference
to the children's presence, and we went on talking
about other things. But as soon as the young people were
out of the way, the lady came warmly back to the matter
and said, "I have made a rule of my life to never tell
a lie; and I
have never departed from it in a single instance."
I said, "I don't mean the least harm or disrespect, but
really you have been lying like smoke ever since I've
been sitting here. It has caused me a good deal of pain,
because I'm not used to it." She required of me an
instance--just a single instance.
So I said--
"Well, here is the unfilled duplicate of the blank,
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which the Oakland hospital people sent to you by the
hand of the sick-nurse when she came here to nurse your
little nephew through his dangerous illness. This blank
asks all manners of questions as to the conduct of that
sick-nurse: 'Did she ever sleep on her watch? Did she
ever forget to give the medicine?' and so forth and so
on. You are warned to be very careful and explicit in
your answers, for the welfare of the service requires
that the nurses be promptly fined or otherwise punished
for derelictions. You told me you were perfectly
delighted with this nurse--that she had a thousand
perfections and only one fault: you found you never
could depend on her wrapping Johnny up half sufficiently
while he waited in a chilly chair for her to rearrange
the warm bed.
You filled up the duplicate of this paper, and sent
it back to the hospital by the hand of the nurse. How
did you answer this question--'Was the nurse at any
time guilty of a negligence which was likely to result
in the patient's taking cold?' Come--everything is
decided by a bet here in California: ten dollars to ten
cents you lied when you answered that question." She said,
"I
didn't; _I left it blank!_" "Just so--you have told
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a _silent_ lie; you have left it to be inferred that
you had no fault to find in that matter." She said, "Oh,
was that a lie? And _how_ could I mention her one single
fault, and she is so good?--It would have been cruel."
I said, "One ought always to lie, when one can do good
by it; your impulse was right, but your judgment was
crude;
this comes of unintelligent practice. Now observe
the results of this inexpert deflection of yours. You
know Mr. Jones's Willie is lying very low with
scarlet-fever; well, your recommendation was so
enthusiastic that that girl is there nursing him, and
the worn-out family have all been trustingly sound
asleep for the last fourteen hours, leaving their
darling with full confidence in those fatal hands,
because you, like young George Washington, have a
reputa--
However, if you are not going to have anything to
do, I will come around to-morrow and we'll attend the
funeral together, for, of course, you'll naturally
feel a peculiar interest in Willie's case--as personal
a one, in fact, as the undertaker."
But that was not all lost. Before I was half-way
through she was in a carriage and making thirty miles
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an hour toward the Jones mansion to save what was left
of Willie and tell all she knew about the deadly nurse.
All of which was unnecessary, as Willie wasn't sick;
I had been lying myself. But that same day, all the same,
she sent a line to the hospital which filled up the
neglected blank, and stated the _facts,_ too, in the
squarest possible manner.
Now, you see, this lady's fault was _not_ in lying,
but in lying injudiciously. She should have told the
truth, _there,_ and made it up to the nurse with a
fraudulent compliment further along in the paper. She
could have said, "In one respect this sick-nurse is
perfection--when she is on the watch, she never
snores." Almost any little pleasant lie would have taken
the sting out of that troublesome but necessary
expression of the truth.
Lying is universal--we _all_ do it. Therefore, the
wise thing is for us diligently to train ourselves to
lie thoughtfully, judiciously; to lie with a good
object, and not an evil one; to lie for others' advantage,
and not our own; to lie healingly, charitably, humanely,
not cruelly, hurtfully, maliciously; to lie gracefully
and graciously, not awkwardly and clumsily;
to lie firmly, frankly, squarely, with head erect,
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not haltingly, tortuously, with pusillanimous mien, as
being ashamed of our high calling. Then shall we be rid
of the rank and pestilent truth that is rotting the land;
then shall we be great and good and beautiful, and
worthy dwellers in a world where even benign Nature
habitually lies, except when she promises execrable
weather.
Then--But am I but a new and feeble student in this
gracious art; I cannot instruct _this_ club.
Joking aside, I think there is much need of wise
examination into what sorts of lies are best and
wholesomest to be indulged, seeing we _must_ all lie and
we _do_ all lie, and what sorts it may be best to
avoid--and this is a thing which I feel I can
confidently put into the hands of this experienced
Club--a ripe body, who may be termed, in this regard,
and without undue flattery, Old Masters.
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