“A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Vilely compiled, profound simplicity”
(Love’s Labours Lost, act 5, sc. 2)
If it were possible to invent a hypocrisiometer (hypocrisy meter), from now to the day of Mandela’s funeral, the indicator would go out of range. Still, a virtual measurement that would demonstrate a few truths, however self-evident, and dealt with here not in order of importance.