I believe he's more touched in the head than I am.

All the screaming in the night that gets in your head and it's not like you're getting your end away no more neither cause she's too shagged for fancy knickers and a birra cut and thrust, now that you've got the kid.

Direct my weapon to his barbarous heart, That thus oppoſeth him againſt the Gods, And ſcornes the Powers that gouerne Perſea.

It is the witness to your state of mind, the outside picture of an inward condition.