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“Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot…�� John Donne �� Song
Sanity and madness�� Is there a borderline in between?
In his old letter Eliot Rosewater wrote to his wife:

Maybe I flatter myself when I think that I have things in common with Hamlet, that I have an important mission, that I’m temporarily mixed up about how it should be done. Hamlet had one big edge on me. His father’s ghost told him exactly what he had to do, while I am operating without instructions. But from somewhere something is trying to tell me where to go, what to do there, and why to do it. Don’t worry, I don’t hear voices.

The world is a crazy place�� And the ones who are considered to be normal aren’t normal�� They’re just a bit less mad��
The ambitious young poet dreamed to tell the world the truth�� And sponsored by the Rosewater Foundation he has written a pornographic novel Get with Child a Mandrake Root�� So much for the ultimate truth��
All those pretensions of the rich�� All that petty charity�� All that aplomb�� All that hypocrisy…Ignorance and vulgarity�� God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater��

“You’re the man who stands on a street corner with a roll of toilet paper, and written on each square are the words, ‘I love you.�� And each passer-by, no matter who, gets a square all his or her own.��

Lukewarm-hearted sanctimony is the kindness of the wealthy.