MUCH madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
Emily Dickinson, Part One: Life, IX, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, 1924; from Bartleby.com
