“In everything else there may be sham: the fine reasonings of philosophy may be a mere pose in us; or else our trials, by not testing us to the quick, give us a chance to keep our face always composed. But in the last scene, between death and ourselves, there is no more pretending; we must talk plain French, we must show what there is that is good and clean at the bottom of the pot…. I leave it to death to test the fruit of my studies. We shall see then whether my reasonings come from my mouth or from my heart.” (I:19, 55, Frame)