Philosophy

Were it not perhaps that I compare myself to certain persons, devoid

of sense, whose cerebella are so troubled and clouded by the

violent vapours of black bile, that they constantly assure us

that they think they are kings when they are really quite

poor, or that they are clothed in purple when they are really

without covering, or who imagine that they have an earthenware

head or are nothing but pumpkins or are made of glass.