I am often asking myself about politicians: what are they made of? If they are not demented (and in most cases they are not, at least in a technical sense), they lie in 95 % of what they say in public. They of course know that they lie and some of them may also think, machiavellically, that they have to lie to push forward some good cause. The portrait that David Foster Wallace makes (“Lyndon”) of one of the most well known politicians of the 50s and 60s is fascinating. You may side with Lyndon in that portrait. But how much is it a sort of addiction to a cause and how much is it only addiction to power as such, its privileges and inebriation? In my minimalistic enterprises of survival I lied all my life, trying to pretend to be normal, but I am now exhausted. Many of them politicians perhaps are autistic in some way. Probably Hitler and Stalin were autistic. But many of them seem to have families, mates, friends (?): do they bring their lying habits with them in these inner circles, and, if not, how do they shift from lying and nor lying? Are they whole persons or they are all Hydes and Jekills?