I think I always assumed this was a FAST lie but now that I’m looking at, I’m not entirely sure what a fast lie would be. I suppose one that slips easily from one’s lips without any forethought or planning. But we are in a graveyard here. It is not a place for the quick, as in the living – but it IS a place for talk of the quick. Nothing reminds the living of their own state of aliveness than being surrounded by the dead. Surrounded by the dead. Surrounded by the living, a person might think, “Am I dead?” but surrounded by the dead, you know you’re alive.
So I wonder now if a quick lie might not so much be a fast lie as a living lie. Or both. It’s probably both. Shakespeare is known for that sort of thing.
The Hamlet Project 