“It’s the same as if I said to you it is true that I am lying. If I am lying then I can’t say I am lying because I would be telling the truth.”
“Trey…”
“Or how about this? Everything I say is false.” His face breaks out in a broad grin. “The statement cannot ever be true. Don’t you see? Because it would be a contradiction.”
.“Trey.”
“And if the statement is false, then it makes no sense, because it means the person would be always telling the truth, and yet they just lied by saying everything they say is false when it is not.”
“Trey!” I yell, hoping my voice hasn’t carried much further than a foot, and certainly not as far as the crowd that has formed in front of the stage to watch the last of Britney’s show.
“What?”
“Can you steer your overactive mind back to Sunday for me.”
“Sund
