Author's Note: It's supposed to be coherent in a really bizarre way.
IV. Mad
I'm mad. Completely out of my tree, a few crayons short of a box, got a couple of screws loose, taking a trip down the rabbit hole. I know so, and I've understood and accepted this fact for quite some time. It's just a matter of using it to my advantage while convincing the higher-ups that it's only a severe case of eccentricity.
But the thing is, I can't be crazy. Because madmen don't know that they're mad. They think they're completely normal. I, knowing I am mad, therefore must be sane, because if I were mad, I'd think I was sane, but I'd be wrong. Madmen are never wrong because we create our own little worlds where everything goes our way. Thus, if I were sane, I'd know it; and if I were mad, I'd think I was sane; and if I thought I was mad, then I really must be sane because madmen are never wrong, and a good madman never admits to his madness.
I'm going to go watch Catch 22.
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