A Lie Never Justifiable: A Study in Ethics

A Lie Never Justifiable: A Study in Ethics

H. Clay Trumbull

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A Lie Never Justifiable: A Study in Ethics Chapter 1 ETHNIC CONCEPTIONS.

Standards and Practices of Primitive Peoples.-Sayings and Doings of

Hindoos.-Teachings of the Mahabharata.-Harischandra and

Viswamitra, the Job and Satan of Hindoo Passion-Play.-Scandinavian

Legends.-Fridthjof and Ingeborg.-Persian Ideals.-Zoroastrian Heaven

and Hell.-"Home of Song," and "Home of the Lie."-Truth the Main

Cardinal Virtue with Egyptians.-No Hope for the Liar.-Ptah, "Lord

of Truth."-Truth Fundamental to Deity.-Relatively Low Standard

of Greeks.-Incidental Testimony of Herodotus.-Truthfulness of

Achilles.-Plato.-Aristotle.-Theognis.-Pindar.-Tragedy of

Philoctetes.-Roman Standard.-Cicero.-Marcus Aurelius.-German

Ideal.-Veracity a Primitive Conception.-Lie Abhorrent among Hill

Tribes of India.-Khonds.-Sonthals.-Todas.-Bheels.-Sowrahs.-

Tipperahs.-Arabs.-American Indians.-Patagonians.-Hottentots.-

East Africans.-Mandingoes.-Dyaks of Borneo,-"Lying Heaps."-Veddahs

of Ceylon.-Javanese.-Lying Incident of Civilization.-Influence of

Spirit of Barter.-"Punic Faith."-False Philosophy of Morals.

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