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Stolen Words: A digital mask allows people to be authentic

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“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth”

Words by Oscar Wilde in his 1891 essay The Critic as Artist.

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This entry was posted in Stolen Words and tagged digital mask, literary quotes, Oscar Wilde, quotes on April 7, 2026 by Delicto.

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