It's a form of madness, I suppose.

There was a man called Bernard Palissy who had it, and made everybody sacrifice themselves to his idea.

I've no right to ask you to sacrifice yourself to mine." "You have the right of friendship," said Zora, "to claim my interest in your hopes and fears, and that I've given you and shall always give you.
But beyond that, as you say, you have no right." He rose, with a laugh.

"I know.

It's as logical as a proposition of Euclid.
But all the same I feel I have a higher right, beyond any logic.