He wondered, as he had many times wondered before, whether he himself was a lunitic. Perhaps a lunitic was simply a minority of one. At one time it had been a sign of madness to believe that the earth goes round the sun: today, to believe that the past is unalterable. He might be
alone
then a lunatic. But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him: the horror was that he might also be wrong.
~~forward~~