The wandering traveller, tired of waiting to be asked in, walked away.
"But, there are no doors to the houses here ", she said.
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"MAGIC THEATER
ENTRANCE NOT FOR EVERYBODY
I tried to open the door, but the heavy old latch would not stir. The display too was over."
"I took a few steps back, landing deep into the mud, but no more letters came. The display was over. For a long time I stood waiting in the mud, but in vain.
Then, when I had given up and gone back to the alley, a few colored letters were dropped here and there, reflected on the asphalt in front of me. I read:
FOR MADMEN ONLY!" - Hermann Hesse
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Madness and its extremist cousin,insanity, are misunderstood genius cloaked in periodic misanthropy.
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