True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded...
The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.
He must be theory-mad beyond redemption who ... shall ... persist in attempting to reconcile the obstinate oils and waters of Poetry and Truth.
True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had haunted my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Of all the sense of hearing acute.
Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.