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Life full of dangers� The heroic and exotic adventures� Are those adventures truly heroic?
Life of Pi is about the origin and nature of lying � in a hypocritical society heroic lies are preferable to the bitter truth.
A romantic and cloudless childhood�

To me, it was paradise on earth. I have nothing but the fondest memories of growing up in a zoo. I lived the life of a prince. What maharaja’s son had such vast, luxuriant grounds to play about? What palace had such a menagerie? My alarm clock during my childhood was a pride of lions.

Then one day a hero must embark on the fateful voyage�

In the near distance I saw trees. I did not react. I was certain it was an illusion that a few blinks would make disappear.
The trees remained. In fact, they grew to be a forest. They were part of a low-lying island. I pushed myself up. I continued to disbelieve my eyes. But it was a thrill to be deluded in such a high-quality way. The trees were beautiful. They were like none I had ever seen before. They had a pale bark, and equally distributed branches that carried an amazing profusion of leaves. These leaves were brilliantly green, a green so bright and emerald that, next to it, vegetation during the monsoons was drab olive.

One may lie beautifully for hours while it takes just few brief moments to tell the sorrowful truth.