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Being an Archive of the Obscure Neural Firings Burning Down the Jelly-Pink Cobwebbed Library of Doom that is The Mind of Quentin S. Crisp

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Madness

I suppose it's kind of comforting that idea that madmen think that they're sane and never question their own sanity. I mean, the reverse of that is comforting, and is meant to comfort you, when people tell it to you again and again: "If you're wondering whether you're mad, then that's a sign of sanity." I wonder if it's true, though.

I remember a friend of mine saying something like this (I'll now do a bad impression of him):

"If, when I get old, right, if I go gaga, I want to go completely fucking doolally-flip barking mad. If I just think I'm Napoleon arrived on Earth from the Moon, I don't want to be Napoleon on Wednesday, and then on Thursday be thinking, 'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell am I doing thinking I'm Napoleon? I'm a complete fucking loon!"
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