““Sometimes I think they’re the only really sensible people—the off-beat characters who don’t make sense at all. They create their own world and go on living in it, no matter what anyone else thinks of them. To Max, the edge of his cookstove is the rim of the universe and nothing ever concerns him but what’s happening right in his own saucepan.” “And he’s happy?” Cash chuckled affectionately. “You’d never know it to see him—he looks like an ogre and acts as if he were in a perpetual rage—but, yes, I’d say he’s happy. At least, I’m reasonably certain that he’s never lain awake at night asking himself whether he was doing the right thing with his life—and that’s about as good a test for happiness as there is.””
