What brotherhood there is between crazy people, he thought. He then went to the place where the one madzub lived, and sat there waiting a long time until it should please the madzub to explain himself. At last the mood of the madzub became such that he would speak to him; and he placed his hand upon the head of this man, saying, "My child, go into the bazaar, and look at it; and come back and tell me what you see."