His one idea was to escape, for he knew that with the passing of the MUST Tantor would be sane
again and that once more he might stretch at full length upon that mighty back and make foolish speech into those great, flapping ears.
This order of truth, no matter how erroneous it may be, is the sane
and normal order of truth, the rational order
I remember how on our wedding day he said "Unless some solemn duty come upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, mad or sane.
I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane."
Renfield had become, to all intents, as sane as he ever was.
Perhaps in the very gust of his fury he remembered what a French restaurant knife is like and something sane within him made him give up the sudden project of cutting my heart out where I sat.
He struck me as altogether untrustworthy and perhaps not quite sane. This was confirmed by him saying suddenly with no visible connection and as if it had been forced from him by some agonizing process: "I was a boy once," and then stopping dead short with a smile.
Still, I was sane
enough to notice this detail, to wit: many of the terms used in the most matter-of- fact way by this great assemblage of the first ladies and gentlemen in the land would have made a Comanche blush.
No longer was I a jibbering idiot, but a sane
, reasoning man with the means of escape within my very hands.
I found your father infirm and only half sane
. I did all I could for him whilst I worked in the interior, and meant to bring him back to England with me when I came.
I was told by the village doctor, about the only person with whom he held any relations, that during his retirement he had devoted himself to a single line of study, the result of which he had expounded in a book that did not commend itself to the approval of his professional brethren, who, indeed, considered him not entirely sane
. I have not seen the book and cannot now recall the title of it, but I am told that it expounded a rather startling theory.
A less truthful man than he might have been tempted into the subsequent creation of a vision in the form of resurgent memory; a less sane
man might have believed in such a creation; but Silas was both sane
and honest, though, as with many honest and fervent men, culture had not defined any channels for his sense of mystery, and so it spread itself over the proper pathway of inquiry and knowledge.