Oh, you did it. You spoke the truth, when neither Marlow, nor I could do. I couldn’t break the spell, the illusion that she had of someone she idolised, adored more than life itself. To what benefit was the truth told? Nonetheless, truthfulness is a virtue. All in moderation, I say! Feed the truth slowly so our taste-buds get used to the taste, or do we need to taste the bitterness of truth as it is told.