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This may not be a novel, but it's taking forever for me to read it.

Written with the imagination of a drunken savage.
Said Voltaire of Hamlet.

No great talent has ever existed without a tinge of madness, Seneca says Aristotle said.

All poets are mad, Robert Burton corroborated.

The height of absurdity in serving up pure nonsense, or in stringing together senseless and extravagant masses of words, previously seen only in madhouses, was reached in Hegel.
Said Schopenhauer.

There was a large rock near. She hurled her head at the stone, so that she broke her skull and was dead.
Says the earliest version of Deirdre of the Sorrows.

Before the Normans brought despair, the Anglo-Saxon word was wanhope.