Mark Twain,
Sketches New and Old, Part 7
“ I went down to the revenue office, and under the accusing eyes of my old visitor I stood up and swore to lie after lie, fraud after fraud, villainy after villainy, till my soul was coated inches and inches thick with perjury, and my self-respect gone for ever and ever.But what of it? It is nothing more than thousands of the richest and proudest, and most respected, honored, and courted men in America do every year. ”
