It was screwy, but no screwier than most things people got interested in: baseball scores, aluminum futures, antique medicine bottles, nuclear proliferation, Jesus, politics, health foods, playing the violin. People did very strange things. People were extremely strange. All of them. You couldn’t judge sickness by strangeness, or everybody would come out sick.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Beginning Place.
I just reread this for the first time since I — if I’m remembering correctly — discovered it in my elementary school library. I’m slightly boggled, but not really surprised, to see how much went over my head when I read it as a kid.