Moody had no small genius for the art of diplomacy. As a child he had known instinctively that it was always better to tell a partial truth with a willing aspect than to tell a perfect truth in a defensive way. The appearance of cooperation was worth a great deal, if only because it forced a reciprocity, fair met with fair.
you give a dog a bad name, and that dog is bad for life.
I have heard that in the New Zealand native tradition, the soul, when it dies, becomes a star.