Kafkannated: No. 58

It's time for our daily dose of the Zaphorisms (if you're curious as to why this is a daily feature, poke down the blog a day or two, where all is explained). Today's special? No. 58.
The way to tell fewest lies is to tell fewest lies, not to give oneself fewest opportunities of telling lies. Thank heaven for Franz Kafka, what would we do without him? "The way to tell fewest lies is to tell fewest lies." Ah! I see! It's been staring me in the face this whole time! For years I've been walking around with a polygraph permanently attached, giving a constant readout of my veracity to any in the vicinity (there has to be some way to get those words closer together). If only I had read the big K, I would have known that instead of having my manservant rap me over the head any time falsities tumbled off my lips, I could just not tell them. Oh, thank you Franz, thank you. I can take off the wires and spare my head from Rabadash's lumps.

(Bonus points in the ongoing DT Challenge for anyone who can tell me who my fictional manservant is named after...)