A well-dressed priest, followed by an acolyte with censer, steps up upon a podium to address his congregation. He begins to intone:
There is no truth, only persuasion. And at every occasion I will remind you that:
there is no truth, only persuasion. And without provocation I shall remind you that:
there is no truth, only persuasion. And as justification I hope to remind you that . . .
After five minutes of this, his voice begins to break. He leans back and asks the acolyte “Can I get some water? My throat is parched.”
To which the acolyte responds “Can I persuade you otherwise?”
(From the 13th Book of Relativisionism)