Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal...
But he was unmoved, and cried: "If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!"
If we knew what we are, we should do as Sir Arthur Jermyn did; and Arthur Jermyn soaked himself in oil and set fire to his clothing one night.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie / And with strange aeons even death may die."