Perhaps reading and writing books is one of the last defences human dignity has left, because in the end they remind us of what God once reminded us before He too evaporated in this age of relentless humiliations - that we are more than ourselves; that we have souls.
There are words and words and none mean anything. And then one sentence means everything.
When forging money, I had always salved my conscience by concluding that I was merely extending the lie of commerce.