The only trouble was that the scripture master, Mr. Ebenzar, was a fanatic.

I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I’m too busy dancing with...

They certified that I was sane; but I know that I am mad.” This confession gives us the key to what is most important and significant in Tolstoy’s hidden life.

Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn’t understood.