MARCH, 2012:

Lunatics have absolutely no common sense, thought Doctor Jordan, but isn't that what makes people mad, hardly any common sense?

For example, this new inmate would be exercising with the others, but instead…

"Let me out!" said inmate 628637846 angrily. "I'm an Englishman! How could you do this to a British citizen, a loyal subject to the royal family? Get me out of this stupid coffin!"

"It's not a coffin, Mr Kippersalt. The top and bottom look like it's a coffin, but a real coffin wouldn't have breathing holes, and you're not in any difficulties."

"Not in any difficulties?" unexpectedly, Mr Kippersalt started to laugh. Startled, Doctor Jordan reached for Mr Kippersalt's casebook, wrote the date and time, then wrote patient laughing in apparent hysteria.

"Not in any difficulties in this idiotic device?" exclaimed Mr Kippersalt.

"Well, you don't seem to be in any physical harm. The crib is always preferred to the strait-jacket"

"A crib! Is that what it's called!" Doctor Jordan watched him carefully, being under orders to take care of him; he was surprisingly fast, and very resourceful, too. Once, he nearly made it to the fence.

"How long are you going to keep me in this... this… this thing?" Mr Kippersalt asked scornfully.

"you will stay in the crib until the doctor has looked over you."

"doctor? DOCTOR? I AM a doctor!"

Doctor Jordan wrote patient keeps saying that he is a doctor, also that he is Doctor John Watson.