a gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad
That's from the first line of Rafael Sabatini's Scaramouche: "He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad." I like the novel a lot, but I love the line. Last night, reading the attacks of brave Wiscon anti-racists on a kind, gentle, thoughtful man who is undergoing chemotherapy, that gift and that sense were restored to me. It is astonishingly liberating.