And yet, a man's action may depend largely upon the want of imagination. One man may feel that he really wishes to kill another. Another, lacking imagination, thirsting only for revenge, seeing nothing beyond the accomplishment of the deed, buries, with blind and thoughtless hate, the dagger in his victim's heart. Morality, for the most part, is the verdict of the majority. The fact, however, seems to be, that the mind, the something that is the man, is unconscious of the fact that anything is out of order in the brain.
Insane people insist that they are sane.
If we should find a locomotive off the track, and the engineer using the proper appliances to put it back, we would say that the machine is out of order, but the engineer is not. But, if we found the locomotive upside down, with wheels in air, and the engineer insisting that it was on the track, and never running better, we would then conclude that something was wrong, not only with the locomotive, but with the engineer. We are told in medical books of a girl, who, at about the age of nine years, was attacked with some cerebral disease. When she recovered, she had forgotten all she ever knew, and had to relearn the alphabet, and the names of her parents and kindred. I believe she changed once more, and died in the abnormal state.