ABSTRACT
Imagine someone who, throughout his life, has never been wrong; he has never believed anything false. As a professional gambler, he never bet on a losing horse; at school, his homework was always perfect. He never misjudged another person's character or capacities; he never misjudged his own character or capacities. He never… well, he just never. He has believed one truth after another. On his deathbed, though, he says to his friends, “I don't know anything. I've never known anything.” His friends drop their jaws—but no words. Their mouths are agape, soundless. None of them know how to reply to him. What should they say? At the end of his otherwise charmed life, has he suddenly gained his first false belief?
