The idiot is indeed the good man, but only because he doesn't know any better.

Nothing good ever ends.

Every man in the world is better than someone else and not as good as someone else.

To generalize is to be an idiot.

The portrait of a blinking idiot.

Squatting on old bones and excrement and rusty iron, in a white blaze of heat, a panorama of naked idiots stretches to the horizon. Complete silence - their speech centres are destroyed - except for the crackle of sparks and the popping of singed flesh as they apply electrodes up and down the spine. White smoke of burning flesh hangs in the motionless air. A group of children have tied an idiot to a post with barbed wire and built a fire between his legs and stand watching with bestial curiosity as the flames lick his thighs. His flesh jerks in the fire with insect agony.