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But what obsession was it that was consuming this man? What was the
origin of the compulsive urge that was driving him down the steep
hill into the sea? All the signs pointed to paranoia. Delusions of
grandeur and, behind that, of persecution. The contempt in his face.
The bullying voice. The expression of secret triumph with which he
had met defeat after a moment of bitter collapse. The triumph of the
maniac who knows that whatever the facts may say he is right.
Whoever may try to thwart him he can overcome. For him there is no
defeat because of his secret power. He knows how to make gold. He
can fly like a bird. He is almighty -the man in the padded cell who
is God.
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My original entry is here: [2]Moonraker. It posted Sat, 03 Mar 2018
10:19:01 +0000.
Filed under: personal,
References
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http://a.co/5B7sbmv
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https://www.prjorgensen.com/?p=927
