So what might Foucault say about the world today, where terms like 'fake news' and 'post-truth' are bandied around, and with the rise of social media and algorithms?
" Har" ! laughed Tormund Giantsbane. " Don't bandy words with this one, Lord Snow, she's too clever for the likes o' you and me. Best steal her quick, before Toregg wakes up and takes her first" .
" What a pity. I do so love a nicely bandied word" . Petyr set the parchment to one side. " As you wish. Let us be blunt. What would you have of me, my lords and lady" ?