"It's just--it's just--" Corin says, gesturing wildly around them and staggering, "what do you call it--"
"An oasis?" Ishamiel suggests, amazed that Corin is still standing but bewildered as to where this conversation is going.
"Olliance," Corin corrects. "The olliance, only a madman -- madwoman -- they're both mad, to have come up with it, is what I'm saying. We," he finishes, "we're the same, because we're not mad, you and me."
Maybe it is as the poets say: the sober man speaks wisely, but in the foolishness of the drunkard is the truth.
corin's liver was probably healed at some point in his youth by lucy's cordial
"An oasis?" Ishamiel suggests, amazed that Corin is still standing but bewildered as to where this conversation is going.
"Olliance," Corin corrects. "The olliance, only a madman -- madwoman -- they're both mad, to have come up with it, is what I'm saying. We," he finishes, "we're the same, because we're not mad, you and me."
Maybe it is as the poets say: the sober man speaks wisely, but in the foolishness of the drunkard is the truth.