The stressed syllable is the one anguished between regular words found

in the bowels of the dictionary,

sitting on the shelf of a deceased man's legacy.

"It was finally when I was telling only the truth that I was telling the most lies." - Nietzsche

Billy, the magician I met this weekend, says: Always telling the truth is actually omitting... it is not rendering the relative quality of truth. Not everyone can accept the truth.

Some people would die.

And here I am, thinking honesty was the best policy.

I am learning phonetics, as though it is a new language. See below: