Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman painting

v Klimt Sea Serpents painting Bray seemed to chuckle. "What about 'erroror imposture'? I've never calledyou a fraud, you know, young man; on the contrary, I believe you're entirely sincere -- and entirely misled."
I would not be put off by the desperate flattery of a frightened charlatan, I declared -- but not to seem unbecomingly harsh I settled for "errorand/or imposture," and borrowing a pen from the elder librarian, printedGILES in bold capitals at the foot.
"Ah," Bray said, and declined the pen. "That does for both of us, in the nature of the case. I'd heard you were denying that it matters whether you're the GILES or not; but since we both claim now that we are, let the loser be nameless. Eh?"
The officials seemed less content than I with this development, but there was no time for negotiation. We set off down a corridor towards the central section of Tower Hall, where a special lift -- the only one so routed -- would take the two of us down into the Belly-room. But immense though the building was, and heavily guarded, elements of the mob outside had forced their way in; we heard shouting in a large room at the end of the hallway and were intercepted before we reached it by other uniformed patrolmen, who advised us to retreat.