How is that a lie?
Then there’s the prophecy of the witches in MacBeth –
“Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.”
Which we learn is a jedi truth when he faces MacDuff and learns
“Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripp’d.”
So, the prophecy was true. From a certain point of view.
yay!
I don’t suppose you’re “Silvercat” are you?
Yup, that’s me.
It’s a “lie” because everyone, including the Witch King apparently thought Glorfindal was using “man” in the most generic of senses, aka “Mankind”, or mortals in general. As opposed to “male human”. Note that if Glorfindal had just said “Far off yet is his doom, and not by the hand of **a **man will he fall” everyone would have figured it out right away; the version actually said is phrased deceptively.
From Wheel of Time series, can’t remember which book,
“Had you remained in the White Tower, you might not have lived the night.”
That’s Liandrin explaining to Elayne and I think Aviendha and Min, why they should leave immediately, supposedly for their own safety. This is one of my favorite examples of “sort-of-lies” by Aes Sedai.
The WoT books are full of examples of Aes Sedai “lying” without actually lying.
For those not familiar with Wheel of Time, the Aes Sedai are female magic users who are placed under a mystical compulsion to never lie. I can’t remember the exact phrasing of the oath.
But of course they make an artform of deception without outright lying.
Saavik: You lied.
Spock: I exaggerated.
Ancient Greek prophecies are full of these; “attack your enemy and an empire shall fall”, the catch being the doomed empire is your own.
It’s Terry Pratchett I believe.

Ancient Greek prophecies are full of these; “attack your enemy and an empire shall fall”, the catch being the doomed empire is your own.
Good one - that’s supposedly what the Pythia at the Oracle of Delphi told Croseus when he asked if he should attack Cyrus. Another one, this time from Herodotus, was when Croseus asked the Pythia how long his reign would last, and was told “watch out when a mule rules the Medes.” He thought this meant he’d always rule, but it turns out that the “mule” was Cyrus, half Mede and half Persian.

The WoT books are full of examples of Aes Sedai “lying” without actually lying.
For those not familiar with Wheel of Time, the Aes Sedai are female magic users who are placed under a mystical compulsion to never lie. I can’t remember the exact phrasing of the oath.
But of course they make an artform of deception without outright lying.
In fact, he took this so far it became something of a joke. The Aes Sedai always lied, and any sane person simply ignored anything and everything they said, since it would wholly untrustworthy.
The really smart people had them all assassinated by hidden crossbowmen if they came within 10 miles.

Good one - that’s supposedly what the Pythia at the Oracle of Delphi told Croseus when he asked if he should attack Cyrus. Another one, this time from Herodotus, was when Croseus asked the Pythia how long his reign would last, and was told “watch out when a mule rules the Medes.” He thought this meant he’d always rule, but it turns out that the “mule” was Cyrus, half Mede and half Persian.
One man’s Mede is another man’s Persian? :dubious:
In the Lords of Dus series, the protagonist Garth asked the mysterious King in Yellow how he could be remembered until the end of time. The King told him to perform various tasks for him, culminating in a ritual. As it turned out, the purpose of the ritual was to bring about the end of all Creation - including time. So he’d be remembered until the end of time all right - for all of three years.
As a further twist, thanks in part to Garth’s actions what actually happened was the death of the creator of the universe, the God of Time ( and not time with a small ‘t’ ), and the fourteen greater gods directly created by him. So Garth not only was remembered until the end of “Time”, but beyond. But not, in the end, in anything like the way he originally meant when he asked his question.
Individuals love, they hate in groups. Pretty simple. People tend to agress in groups. Bantha Brains.

One man’s Mede is another man’s Persian? :dubious:
I groan in pain.

One man’s Mede is another man’s Persian? :dubious:
Clever.
The Jedi have got nothing on Glinda the “good” witch of the North:
Dorothy: Oh, I’d give anything to get out of Oz altogether – but which is the way back to Kansas? I can’t go the way I came.
Glinda: No – that’s true. The only person who might know would be the great and wonderful Wizard of Oz himself!
After Dorothy narrowly escapes death and does Glinda’s dirty work, she is of no more use to the GWotN:
Glinda: You’ve always had the power to go back to Kansas.
Scarecrow: Then why didn’t you tell her before?
Glinda: Because she wouldn’t have believed me.
See, it’s DOROTHY"S FAULT Glinda lied to her and nearly got her killed. Methinks Dottie offed the wrong witch.

Good one - that’s supposedly what the Pythia at the Oracle of Delphi told Croseus when he asked if he should attack Cyrus. Another one, this time from Herodotus, was when Croseus asked the Pythia how long his reign would last, and was told “watch out when a mule rules the Medes.” He thought this meant he’d always rule, but it turns out that the “mule” was Cyrus, half Mede and half Persian.
Also, if I remember my high school Latin, the Oracle told Pyrrhus, “Credo te, Aeachida, Romanos vincere posse.” Which can be translated as either: “Pyrrhus, you’ll defeat the Romans”, or “Pyrrhus, the Romans will defeat you”. Both of which were true. He defeated the Romans, but at such a high cost that his army was basically done. This was the original “Pyrrhic victory”.

The Jedi have got nothing on Glinda the “good” witch of the North:
<snip>.
Assuming you’re speaking of the movie, that’s not a fair criticism, because Glinda is only a figment of Dorothy’s imagination–even more so than the Tin man, Scarecrow, et al, as I beleive she’s the only major Ozmian without a real-world counterpart. The entire quest is Dorothy’s way of reconciling herself to a life spent in a dull, colorless, flavorless world in which she will never know true happiness, in which she is surely destined to marry a podunk farmer who reaches for his gun when he hears the word “culture,” whose idea of "tenderness"is a slap rather than a punch and whose idea of “foreplay” is watching her do the dishes.