If we had only limbs, only legs and arms, life would be tolerable. Unfortunately we have that little organ called the heart, which is subject to certain periods of weakness during which it is infinitely sensitive to everything that concerns the life of a certain person; at these times a lie—that harmless thing, alongside which we can live so happily whether it is told by ourselves or others—when it comes from this particular person, causes the little heart, which we ought to be able to have surgically removed, unbearable attacks of pain.
