A while ago, Oscar Wilde wrote that we simply forgot to construct anymore decent lies. In his essay The Decay of Lying he argues about the power of beautiful lies that traditional literature is saturated with and how with the decline of novel writing the age of lying has come to its end. Along with the decays of art of lying however, Wilde argues the need for imitation of art has morphed into petty mimics of popular tabloid news. Hence, instead of reading novels and getting enamored by its sentiments we are more often involved in the world of pure information.
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