There is no need to define truth. Analogy is sufficient, indeed it is best. Mathematical allegory brings math to the masses.

I don't know the word for pain-killer, but I think this is what he said. "Like Aspirin?" I verify. "Or Tylenol." He corrects me. "Whatever." I say. "I won't need it."

"Sure. The bitterer, the betterer."

"Nutmeg." I repeat, perhaps a bit sheepishly. "That woman smelled like banana bread."

The University's Public relations department sends out a newsletter via e-mail, and it seems they have somehow put all of the addresses in a cc instead of a bcc. Now we all have a list of

I leave the apartment at five in the morning with a rolled up carpet over my shoulder. Throwing it into the trunk of the car, I drive to my office. There are not a lot of people around,

I (M49) come home with pudding, but it's just for me. AITA?

"Oh, he's a younger guy then?" I ask. "I couldn't really tell," he says. "He's white."