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Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry。
He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her。
… Why's this fish so bloody good？ … he demanded； angrily。
… Please excuse my friend； … said Fenchurch to the startled waitress。 … I think he's having a nice day at last。
Chapter 31
If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie； then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didn't exactly look like John Watson； but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar。
He was tall and he gangled。 When he sat in his deckchair gazing at the Pacific； not so much with any kind of wild surmise any longer as with a peaceful deep dejection； it was a little difficult to tell exactly where the deckchair ended and he began； and you would hesitate to put your hand on； say； his forearm in case the whole structure suddenly collapsed with a snap and took your thumb off。
But his smile when he turned it on you was quite remarkable。 It seemed to be posed of all the worst things that life can do to you； but which； when he briefly reassembled them in that particular order on his face； made you suddenly fee：
… Oh。 Well that's all right then。
When he spoke； you were glad that he used the smile that made you feel like that pretty often。
… Oh yes； … he said； … they e and see me。 They sit right here。 They sit right where you're sitting。
He was talking of the angels with the golden beards and green wings and Dr。 Scholl sandals。
… They eat nachos which they say they can't get where they e from。 They do a lot of coke and are very wonderful about a whole range of things。
… Do they？ … said Arthur。 … Are they？ So； er。。。 when is this then？ When do they e？
He gazed out at the Pacific as well。 There were little sandpipers running along the margin of the shore which seemed to have this problem： they needed to find their food in the sand which a wave had just washed over； but they couldn't bear to get their feet wet。 To deal with this problem they ran with an odd kind of movement as if they'd been constructed by somebody very clever in Switzerland。
Fenchurch was sitting on the sand； idly drawing patterns in it with her fingers。
… Weekends； mostly； … said Wonko the Sane； … on little scooters。 They are great machines。 … He smiled。
… I see； … said Arthur。 … I see。
A tiny cough from Fenchurch attracted his attention and he looked round at her。 She had scratched a little stick figure drawing in the sand of the two of them in the clouds。 For a moment he thought she was trying to get him excited； then he realized that she was rebuking him。
… Who are we； … she was saying； … to say he's mad？
His house was certainly peculiar； and since this was the first thing that Fenchurch and Arthur had encountered it would help to know what it was like。
What it was like was this：
It was inside out。
Actually inside out； to the extent that they had to park on the carpet。
All along what one would normally call the outer wall； which was decorated in a tasteful interior…designed pink； were bookshelves； also a couple of those odd three…legged tables with semi…circular tops which stand in such a way as to suggest that someone just dropped the wall straight through them； and pictures which were clearly designed to soothe。
Where it got really odd was the roof。
It folded back on itself like something that Maurits C。 Escher； had he been given to hard nights on the town； which is no part of this narrative's purpose to suggest was the case； though it is sometimes hard； looking at his pictures； particularly the one with the awkward steps； not to wonder； might have dreamed up after having been on one； for the little chandeliers which should have been hanging inside were on the outside pointing up。
Confusing。
The sign above the front door said； 〃e Outside〃； and so； nervously； they had。
Inside； of course； was where the Outside was。 Rough brickwork； nicely done painting； guttering in good repair； a garden path； a couple of small trees； some rooms leading off。
And the inner walls stretched down； folded curiously； and opened at the end as if； by an optical illusion which would have had Maurits C。 Escher frowning and wondering how it was done； to enclose the Pacific Ocean itself。
… Hello； … said John Watson； Wonko the Sane。
Good； they thought to themselves； 〃Hello〃 is something we can cope with。
… Hello； … they said； and all surprisingly was smiles。
For quite a while he seemed curiously reluctant to talk about the dolphins； looking oddly distracted and saying； 〃I forget。。。〃 whenever they were mentioned； and had shown them quite proudly round the eccentricities of his house。
… It gives me pleasure； … he said； … in a curious kind of way； and does nobody any harm； … he continued； … that a petent optician couldn't correct。
They liked him。 He had an open； engaging quality and seemed able to mock himself before anybody else did。
… Your wife； … said Arthur； looking around； … mentioned some toothpicks。 … He said it with a hunted look； as if he was worried that she might suddenly leap out from behind the door and mention them again。
Wonko the Sane laughed。 It was a light easy laugh； and sounded like one he had used a lot before and was happy with。
… Ah yes； … he said； … that's to so with the day I finally realized that the world had gone totally mad and built the Asylum to put it in； poor thing； and hoped it would get better。
This was the point at which Arthur began to feel a little nervous again。
… Here； … said Wonko the Sane； … we are outside the Asylum。 … He pointed again at the rough brickwork； the pointing and the guttering。 … Go through that door； … he pointed at the first door through which they had originally entered； … and you go into the Asylum。 I've tried to decorate it nicely to keep the inmates happy； but there's very little one can do。 I never go in there now myself。 If ever I am tempted； which these days I rarely am； I simply look at the sign written over the door and shy away。
… That one？ … said Fenchurch； pointing； rather puzzled； at a blue plaque with some instructions written on it。
… Yes。 They are the words that finally turned me into the hermit I have now bee。 It was quite sudden。 I saw them； and I knew what I had to do。
The sign said：
Hold stick near centre of its length。 Moisten pointed end in mouth。 insert in tooth space； blunt end next to gum。 Use gentle in…out motion。
… It seemed to me； … said Wonko the sane； … that any civilization that had so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a packet of toothpicks； was no longer a civilization in which I could live and stay sane。
He gazed out at the Pacific again； as if daring it to rave and gibber at him； but it lay there calmly and played with the sandpipers。
… And in case it crossed your mind to wonder； as I can see how it p