The Lying Stones of Marrakech

by Stephen Jay Gould

About This Book

WE TEND TO THINK OF FAKERY AS AN ACTIVITY DEDIcated to minor moments of forgivable fun (from the whoopie cushion to the squirting lapel flower), or harmless embellishment (from my grandfather's vivid eyewitness tales of the Dempsey-Firpo fight he never attended, to the 250,000 people who swear they were there when Bobby Thomson hit his home run in a stadium with a maximal capacity of some fifty thousand).