"Have all beautiful things sad destinies?"

"Die then. Sleep. It was not a safe game to play - in that place. Desire, Hatred, Life, Death came very close in the darkness. Better not know how close. Better not think, never for a moment."

- Wide Sargasso Sea; Jean Rhys

Ask, then: what's wrong with Antoinette?

If you're particularly lyrical, go with the first. If you seek validity, take the second.

I don't know why we go mad. Maybe it's that - the mesh of things that you can't extricate into particular chords. To not think is like standing on a precipice, knowing that you'll eventually jump. Antoinette did - rather majestically. Argh.