"But if you are to be any use, you will have to stop equating madness with captivity; that is, stop proving you aren’t crazy, since this assumes that if you were, you might deserve to be locked up; you’re only innocent if you’re sane, and so on. So your mind has to be cold sober, if possible, slightly depressed, in order to be adequate or credible. No mania. No imagination, no fantasy, no coming apart. Not till you permit madness, coming apart into smithereens, can you really stand against the bin as prison and punishment. Then you have a case—not otherwise. But you don’t even know madness from sanity. And you fear madness as much as the others, would cut it out of your mind like a cancer. Would be surgical about it, lobotomise your own errant thoughts, silly pronouncements, metaphorical thinking, symbols, woolgathering, impulsive urges, double identities, resemblances, similitues, traces and recollections. All like dirt to be sprayed away with detergent. Say that you were mad, luniticking around Shannon Airport—they still have no right to put you here, deprive you of your liberty and even hope. Laing believes that and Szasz and David Cooper. But you don’t believe it enough yet. No one else believes it at all. That, finally, is the problem."