The Last Day

by Andrew Hunter Murray

Stop talking; the liar is condemned by her need to embroider. Each extra lie is a new strand in the rope they will use to hang you.

All I will say is, it’s hard to tell at first, when you get given a little gold chain. You put it on, you think it’s a reward. Then you get another. And then suddenly you’re wearing thirty and you can’t move your neck any more.’

And once you’ve persuaded people their self-interest aligns with yours, they’ll follow you like a river to the sea.