I am a ridiculous person. Now they call me a madman. That would be a promotion if it were not that I remain as ridiculous in their eyes as before. But now I do not resent it, hey are particularly dear to me. I could join in their they are all dear to me now, even when they laugh at me - and, indeed, it is just then that taughter - not exactly at myself, but through affection for them, if I did not feel so sad as I look at who knows the truth! But they won't understand that. No, to them. Sad because they do not know the truth and I do know it. Oh, how hard it is to be the only one, when they won't understand it.
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