Your annual winter support keeps the Rail independent, relevant, and free
What he described only meant that he knew nothing about actual causes. Misfortune is your real inheritance, silent as calculating crows alighting upon that high wire of your future.
Lies are easy when nothing else makes sense. I managed to keep to the truth once and not just when I was idealistic and young, but until I was much older too. The truth is never complete. That incompleteness has killed me over time, I suspect.