Faith, e’en with losing his wits.

It would be a funny world if losing your wits was like losing your keys or your wallet. Like, you just temporarily misplace them – you look around and search in all the usual places and the places they absolutely shouldn’t be but you search there anyway, just in case. “Oh, man, they were just here! I feel like I just had my wits and then …where could they be? I had them in my hand and – what did I get distracted and put them down in a silly place?”

Then when you find them, you forget the panic you felt for the short time you were without them.

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