First sign of madness, talking to your own head.

Once upon a time there was a

Once upon a time there was a

Once upon a time there was a

Stop this. It's undignified.

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Behind their dark glass, the mad own nothing.

I have felt the wind on the wing of madness.

I took a few dragging steps toward the locker-room door. 'You're doing something to me that I wouldn't do to a dog,' I mumbled. 'What you're doing to me is worse than if you were to kill me. You're locking me up in shadows for the rest of my life. You're taking my mind away from me. You're condemning me slowly but surely to madness, to being without a mind. It won't happen right away, but sooner or later, in six months or in a year - Well, I guess that's that.'

I fumbled my way out of the locker room and down the passageway outside, guiding myself with one arm along the wall, and past the sergeant's desk and down the steps, and then I was out in the street.

("All At Once, No Alice")