So Orwell is gone, three days before being brought to a Swiss sanatorium.

In a letter a year before to a friend:

 'I hope they don't send me to one of those Swiss sanatariuns with 'magical properties'.'

The thing about electrictal cars is that pedestrians can't hear them.

be mad, not angry

Cocaine: people tend to use it as a way to stay up and stand up into a world they're not sure about.

Does dancing with oneself constitute a dismissal of sanity?