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What's it matter if the truth is that their favoring breeze has the stink of nickel whiskey on its breath, and their sea is a growler of lager and ale, and their ships are long since looted and scuttled and sunk on the bottom? To hell with the truth! -- The lie of a pipe dream is what gives life to the whole misbegotten mad lot of us, drunk or sober.
--The Iceman Cometh by Eugene O'Neill