The truth is rarely pure and never simple part 2

So in part one of this post it wasn't until the end of the post that I realized how true the title of the post was. I randomly chose the title from a quote from the play, The Importance of Being Ernest by Oscar Wilde, that I really liked.

But when you pull that quote out of the play itself and compare it to the play as a whole, it almost makes a better title than The Importance of Being Ernest (almost).

For those of you who haven't read the whole play or ever seen the movie, here is a brief summary. But SPOILER ALERT, just in case you want to be surprised if you plan on reading/watching it.

I man named Jack lives in the country and under the guise of visiting his useless brother, Ernest, he visits the city. Ernest doesn't actually exist but to keep up the rouse, Jack tells his friends in the city that his name is Ernest. Under this rouse he meets a woman, Gwendolyn, and falls in love with her and proposes, but she thinks his name is Ernest and shows much pride in the name and even says she wouldn't marry anyone else. However, since Jack was an orphan, Gwendolyn's mother refuses to approve of the marriage.