On the top of Cadair Idris, I felt how happy a man might bewith a little money and a sane intellect, and reflected with astonishment and pityon the madness of the multitude.

Thomas Love Peacock
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The first time he went up Cadair Idris, Arthur was shocked at the level of madness of the people who came to see him. He was surprised that people could spend hours upon hours standing in the rain waiting to see him. Arthur thought that people had gone mad by spending all their money to see him.

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