Under normal circumstances the liar is defeated by reality, for which there is no substitute; no matter how large the tissue of falsehood that an experienced liar has to offer, it will never be large enough ... to cover the immensity of factuality.
And now I'm stumbling through the madlist, head over heels, whispering and shouting and if anyone were to see or hear me, they would probably wish they weren't, and call the authorities. Luckily, my darling wind is shouting louder than I am, so nobody can hear...