So that’s that, Barney said to himself. I violated Rule One of career-oriented functioning: never tell your… — Philip K. Dick

The time, then, had come for him to poison himself so that an economic monopoly could be kept alive, a sprawling, interplan empire from which he now derived nothing.

It takes a certain amount of courage, he thought, to face yourself and say with candor, I’m rotten. I’ve done evil and I will again. It was no accident; it emanated from the true, authentic me.

You’re not just out of your body; you’re out of your mind, too.