With wild eyes that had seen freedom.
When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep. When I was supposed to sleep, I was silent. When a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it.
... now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there.
Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.
It was my misfortune-or salvation-to be at all times perfectly conscious of my misperceptions of reality.
A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.