I am a ridiculous person. Now they call me a madman. That would be a promotion if it were not that I remain as ridiculous in their eyes as before. But now I do not resent it, they are all dear to me now, even when they laugh at me — and, indeed, it is just then that they are particularly dear to me. I could join in their laughter — not exactly at myself, but through affection for them, if I did not feel so sad as I look at them. Sad because they do not know the truth and I do know it. Oh, how hard it is to be the only one who knows the truth! But they won't understand that. No, they won't understand it.
Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky
The Dream of a Ridiculous Man
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'The Night Mare' by Laurede, courtesy of The Elisha Whittelsey Collection, The Elisha Whittelsey Fund, 1959 via The Met