"I said they might. I was wrong. As a prophet, I suck, ma’am. How can things get better? We’ve got every kind of ray cutting us up. There’s twenty thousand TV rays right now telling your brain every kind of lie in the world. And Y-rays and Z-rays and who knows what else and we can’t see any of them but they’re cutting our divinity to confetti. Right now I think I’d kill my daughter for another dose of Z-rays."
Ledbetter drifting from sense to nonsense, showing his disorder can maintain contact with reality, even as it spins it out into a reductio-ad-absurdam.