Listen, Ralph. Never mind what's sense. That's gone---

“You'll get back to where you came from.”

“Maybe," he said hesitantly, "maybe there is a beast." [...] "What I mean is, ma…”

“Which is better -- to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensi…”

“We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, co…”