ABSTRACT
This chapter contemplates Jacques Lacan who was a French psychoanalyst and psychiatrist. His notion of the infinite line, not as repressed or unconscious, but as Real. In this regard, the delusion is itself a production, an invention, literally off the tracks, that exceeds the furrows of the Real. Basking in the Real completely, delusion can often seem utterly unreadable, opaque, and impenetrable. The author exercise of reducing his synopsis is an attempt to focus on what he considers to be crucial to understanding what is at stake in its construction in the first place: an attempt to restore the Imaginary register. This is the sense that can nevertheless be salvaged in that blinding, teeming torrent of narration of a constantly traumatic Real, full of accidents, murders and deaths the mayhem Ixidor inhabits. While for neurotics, dreams make no sense, it is reality that makes no sense. It is what the psychotic experiences as the mayhem of life itself.
