Presumably, a confused person would be too addled to recognize that he was confused. Ergo, if you know that you are not confused then you are not confused. Unless, it suddenly occurred to me-and here was an arresting notion-unless persuading yourself that you are not confused is merely a cruel, early symptom of confusion. Or even an advanced symptom. Who could tell? For all I knew I could be stumbling into some kind of helpless preconfusional state characterized by the fear on the part of the sufferer that he may be stumbling into some kind of helpless preconfusional state.
by Bill Bryson
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In this passage, the author reflects on the nature of confusion and self-awareness. He suggests that a truly confused person might not recognize their confusion, leading to the ironic conclusion that if one is aware of their mental clarity, they are likely not confused. However, this assurance can be deceiving, as the realization may point towards a deeper level of confusion that one is unaware of.

This exploration of self-awareness raises existential questions about the mind and its operations. The notion that the effort to convince oneself of clarity could be a sign of confusion presents a paradox, emphasizing the complexity of our thoughts. The author humorously suggests that individuals might be caught in a cycle of uncertainty, where the very acknowledgment of potential confusion may itself indicate the early stages of confusion.

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