(Kushner, Angels in America)
And God, what dreadful images of insane creatures one can observe! My recent observation: Madness of some of them is derived from their passion, interests and fascination about a particular subject. Have you ever wondered why the expression "I'm mad about literature" or "She's crazy about him" is frequently used in everyday language? Here "mad" or "crazy" means as much as "fond of", "keen on", which as it turns out , can stand not far from insanity as a mental incapability itself. An example? I've got one. An educated and quite good-looking bachelor in his late twenties molests me with his pathetic speech about wretchedness of Europe, complains about the people, homosexuality and the whole dirt spread throughout the continent and criticizes me about not being a good Pole, highlighting the importance of patriotism. Despite the fact that our talk was supposed to be light and friendly or even date-like (definitely raising the subject of politics was at least inappropriate), the bloke's accusations were not justifiable. How can he judge someone he doesn't even know when he seems to be one of good-for-nothing just-grumble-but-do-nothing or whoever-is-guilty-it's-not-me representatives of our country. Congratulations. Welcome to politics. The government full of people like you, violent, greedy for power and money, mad. Mad about politics. But forget him. Doesn't deserve my attention. I'm definitely keen on people mad about art. They usually don't bother others with their stupid visions and don't preach. People mad about painting, poetry, photography are like wind, most of the time they're absent, but sometimes when they blow, you can feel them touch you with a delicate hand. They usually have their own world, the prettiest and the calmest one.
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