Out of the Asylum

The people that built my school also built the prison and the insane asylum out of the same materials.

And Hare said to me, You know what? Forget about some guy at Broadmoor who may or may not have faked madness.

Tell them you're mad. You'll get sent to some cushy hospital.

And this blew his mind. Literally. He checked into a sanitarium.

And he takes me into this room, and he closes the door, and he says, I have 75 children here in the orphanage, and it's total bedlam.

Here I am, playing the part of the mad scientist, working with the bugs at UCL in London, trying to solidify them.

Those folks are insane!

Money makes men mad.

She came down, saw that madhouse and said, You know what, it's terrible what you're doing to those boys.

I seriously don't understand that girl.

Crazy, I know. Insane.

Maybe no one's really crazy.

Your companion is not mad.

And your companion is not insane.

Your companion is not possessed

Nor is your companion distracted.

And (O people) your companion (Muhammad (Peace be upon him)) is not a madman

Your friend is not possessed.

(O people of Makkah), your companion is not mad

And your comrade is not mad.

Your companion is not crazy

Your Companion is not mad,

And your companion is not at all mad.

Your companion (Muhammad) does not suffer from any mental illness

And your companion is not gone mad.

Your companion is not one possessed

And (O people!) your companion is not one possessed

And I mean like this is a nerdy crowd, but that's like a couple of levels above furries.

In fact, I think many people thought that I was a bit crazy.

She boldly, unblinkingly, even pugnaciously, wrathfully even, when her bottle was empty.

The twin message is as comforting as it is mad.

It's just a sick, silly joke.

Fake madness.

Many people, including my mother, said I was crazy.

And the entire 2,000 people went absolutely crazy.

You are not demented by the grace of your Lord.

You are not insane, by the munificence of your Lord.

thou art not, by the blessing of thy Lord, a man possessed.

Thou art nor, through the grace of thy Lord, mad.

You (O Muhammad SAW) are not, by the Grace of your Lord, a madman.

By the grace of your Lord, you are not insane.

By your Lord's Grace, you are not afflicted with madness,

Thou art not, for thy Lord's favour unto thee, a madman.

by your Lord s blessing, you are not, crazy,