Saturday Rave: The Truth, by Oscar Wilde.

 Whenever I contemplate the tangle of feelings, passions and doubts that obscures the debates on trans issues, or racism, or populism, or anything else for that matter, I hear the words of Oscar Wilde:

The truth is rarely pure and never simple, he said, in The Importance of Being Earnest. 

To which I'd add and never finally revealed.

That speech in The Importance of Being Earnest goes on to say Modern life would be very tedious if it were either; but, I don't know, sometimes I feel as if a little tedium might be good for us so we can get a chance to clear our heads.

The speech concludes:

and modern literature an impossibility!

And if you count modern as any time since the invention of writing, then he is quite right.

That speech, by the way, is said by Algernon. In the play he gives every appearance of being an idiot. 

But he gets his girl, in the end.

Word To Use Today: truth. The Old English form of this word is triewth. A related word is the Old High German gitruiwida, which means fidelity.

 A photograph of the original production's Algernon can be seen HERE.