Madness is infectious. One innocent morning i will go to school and stop in front of the gates an refuse to move. I shall wait for my teachers and the principal and the school psychiatrist with the puffy cheeks to come rushing to diagnose me, and then i shall treat them as little ape-ish projections of my mind. They will be completely allured by the escapist pleasure of a universe that cannot exist, and i shall become a god, loved authentically for saving them from the trials of ordinary self-sufficient, responsibly, mature life. The whole school would follow me, free from responsibility and in the custody of my own brain, talking to myself at every turn and given mercy at all conversations. We could have vast administrative orgies in the canteen together, i could twist off the hairs of K–––’s indecent pubis without need of formal cause.