–Why are we fighting them? –They’re mad. We’re sane. –How do we know? –That we’re sane? –Yes. –Am I sane? –To all appearances. –And you, do you consider yourself sane? –I do. –Well, there you have it. –But don’t they also consider themselves sane? –I think they know. Deep down. That they’re not sane. –How must that make them feel? –Terrible, I should think. They must fight ever more fiercely, in order to deny what they know to be true. That they are not sane.
