There was no way round it: Bill would have to tell a lie.
He remembered his great hero. How the great hero had said that he had tried to live his life as honestly as possible. These words, like so many others, had made their mark on Bill.
He knew that the words, ideas of his great hero were points to navigate by.
The words were true and led to the place where the air was as cool and soothing as a grey church on a rainy winter afternoon.
But he couldn't see any way around this.
Bill was going to have to tell the lie.