Daffy: Tomorrow. The Duck of Tomorrow.
Ravenscroft: Oh, uh, y-y-yes. Ahem. Superior Duck, the Duck of Tomorrow! Yes, it's Superior Duck! Able to leap the tallest locomotive!
Daffy: There is no such thing as the tallest locomotive. The accepted verb is not leap; the noun is not locomotive. Understandez-vous?
Ravenscroft: Yes, uh, oh yes, yes. Superior Duck! Faster than a speeding building!
Daffy: [to audience] Do you too have trouble with your narrators?
......Someone had written about this crime...this tale.
In other words, ......this tale is all part of a world that includes the personal opinions of an observer, namely, the person who wrote the message in a bottle.
In other words the observer isn't God. It's a human.
Therefore, there's no guarantee that this description is truly impartial.
By the end of the first game, it had already been made clear that we had broken the constant premise of the mystery genre: that the story itself must be seen though the eyes of God.
But then the final twist comes. Instead of an interesting movie like the one presented in the second act, it turns out Grant is just crazy and everything we know about the movie is completely wrong. So, in actuality, our movie starts properly in the third act of the movie. I say that because nothing in the story before hand can be trusted. Nothing.
Skulduggery: He was half that size. And he didn't have tusks, he just had really bad teeth. Also, he wasn't an ogre. His name was Jeremy.
At first, I was extremely surprised, but when I managed to understand the sense of what he was saying I saw that here, too, he was strictly consistent.
He called proof only a text containing precisely formulated information, but not considerations about the subject raised. Of course, I did not agree with him.
Because then I would have been obliged to assert that Prester John ruled in the "Three Indias"!
[...] In the accounting system offered, a "proved statement" will not be one which has a footnote to an authentic source, but one which does not contradict
strictly established facts and logic, however paradoxical the conclusion based on such principles. Incidentally, this is how all natural scientists work.
For they had heard of evil there and meant to bring it down
An overlord with iron hand who ruled his folk with fear —
Hey Barkeep, shut that minstrel up and bring another beer. And Bring another Beer.
The warrior and the sorceress went searching high and low
That isn't true, I tell you, and I think that I should know!
They meant to find the tyrant who'd betrayed his people's trust
And bring the monster's power and pride to tumble in the dust. Tooo tumble in the dust.
Oh like hell...
They searched through all the town to find and bring him to defeat
Like Hell! What we were looking for was wine and bread and meat!
They found him in the tavern and they challenged him to fight
We found him holding up the bar, drunk as a pig, that night. Drunk as a pig that night
The tyrant laughed and mocked at them, with vile words and base
He tripped on Warrl's tail, then took exception to my face.
The warrior was too wise for him; his blade clove only air!
He swung, I ducked, he lunged — and then he tripped over a chair. He tripped over a chair.
With but a single blow the warrior brought him to his doom!
About that time he turned around — I got him with a broom.
And in a breath the deed was done! The tyrant-lord lay dead!
I didn't mean for him to hit the fire iron with his head! The fire iron with this head.
The wife that he had kept shut up they freed and set on high
And Viden-town beneath her hand contentedly did lie.
I went to find his next-of-kin and to the girl confess —
"Your husband wasn't much before, but now he's rather less —" But now he's rather less.
"He was a drunken bum, and I'll be better off", she said.
"And while I can't admit it, I'm not sorry that he's dead.
So here's a little something — but you'd best be on your way
I'll claim it was an accident if you'll just leave today." If you'll just leave today.
In triumph out of Viden-town the partners rode again
To find another tyrant and to clean him from his den —
The scourge of evil and the answer to a desperate prayer!
Don't you believe a word of it — I know, 'cause I was there!