But first I must tell you
That I should really like to think there’s something wrong with me—
Because if there isn’t, then there’s something wrong,
Or at least, very different from what seemed to be,
With the world itself—and that’s much more frightening!
That would be terrible. So I’d rather believe
There is something wrong with me, that could be put right.
The Cocktail Party, T.S. Eliot

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