I read this little tale in the Evening Standard today. Because the Evening Standard suite of websites are so fucking shit I can't find the full story. So I'm going to try and write it down from memory; ie it may not be 100% accurate.
There is a tale about a man that finds an old masterpiece in his attic. It has lain undiscovered for centuries. The man contacts an expert who cannot believe it's lain undiscovered for so long and therefore must be a fake.
A few months later another, identical masterpiece is found. Now the expert is puzzled. Two identical paintings that have lain undiscovered for months. Which one is the fake?
Actually, both of them were fakes, but no one could see it. Sometimes we want something to be true so bad, greed clouds our vision.
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