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I am presently reading Pickwick Papers and came upon this passage from a "Madman's Manuscript", apropos this subject of "terrifying children":
"Show me the monarch whose angry frown was ever feared like the glare of a madman's eye -- whose cord and axe were ever half so sure as a madman's gripe. Ho! ho! It's a grand thing to be mad! to be peeped at like a wild lion through the iron bars -- to gnash one's teeth and howl, through the long still night, to the merry ring of a heavy chain and to roll and twine among the straw, transported with such brave music. Hurrah for the madhouse! Oh, it's a rare place!"
Posted by: David Paul | October 30, 2009 at 12:16 PM