I looked below and saw my people there, and all were well and happy except one, and he was lying like the dead - and that one was myself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Too many people looked to me in the eye and did not tell me the truth.
No one else knows the whole story. I was there. I lived through it.
One evening, after my wife and son had gone out for a walk, I decided to have a talk with my neighbor, who I believe was murdered. I had gotten to know and admire him by listening to people talk about him. He seemed a wonderful person with much to give.
I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.
I saw the dead without really seeing them.
Honestly we never lied to people about who we were. Usually the wackier interviews came to pass because the interview subjects, aware that we were Comedy Central, just wanted to get their stories out.
I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
I didn't find Jesus. He's been there the whole time.
I have often tried to tell the story of a place through people there.
I looked in the audience. There were no strangers. Everybody was singing and cheering and hugging. That was a beautiful picture to look at.