We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell.

I don't advise a haircut, man. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hairs are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight.

Dostoyevsky described hell as perhaps nothing more than a room with a chair in it. This room has several chairs. A young man sits in one.

I went out into the corridor. I asked a nurse if she knew where the people with arthritis went. She said lots of them went to Ward 34 on the top floor. She said she thought that was a silly place to put people with bad bones who had such trouble walking and climbing stairs.

She's been through so much over the last 14 years. She's been very unwell, that's all. I don't want to go into the case. If you want to talk about real estate, that's fine.

I've always felt that in a comedy script the stage directions should also have a comedic value.