I chose to wander by Bethlehem Hospital; partly, because it lay on my road round to Westminster; partly, because I had a fancy in my head which could be best pursued within sight of its walls. And the fancy was: Are not the sane and the insane equal at night as the sane lie a dreaming? Are not all of us outside this hospital, who dream, more or less in the condition of those inside it, every night of our lives? Are we not nightly persuaded, as they daily are, that we associate preposterously with kings and queens, and notabilities of all sorts? Do we not nightly jumble events and personages and times and places, as these do daily? Said an afflicted man to me, when I visited a hospital like this, ‘Sir, I can frequently fly.’ I was half ashamed to reflect that so could I - by night. I wonder that the great master, when he called Sleep the death of each day’s life, did not call Dreams the insanity of each day’s sanity. Consider the following questions related with the above passage and answer them accordingly:
The author makes his point with the aid of all of the following except-
Personal anecdote
It can be correctly inferred that Bethlehem hospital has patients who are regarded as insane.