The Outsider

When he had been a child he had thought that the life was a solidly organized affair, but when he had grown up he had found that it had the disorganized character of a nightmare.

"And why do you think that Communist and Fascist ideas are alike?” “When did I mention ideas?” Houston asked scornfully. “Ideas are just so much froth on the top of a mug of beer, my dear boy. Men are inventing ideas every day to justify for themselves and others their actions and needs. What makes these three men akin is the identity of the impulses in their hearts—”

Every time he thought that he was going mad, he met somebody else who had already gone mad, but in a nice, sweet sort of way.