'Speak up,' Maria chirped. 'What can I do for you?'

'Well, you see doctor,' John blurted, 'I think I'm a nutter!'

'You think that you're mad?' Walker repeated in disbelief.

'Yeah,' Hodges confessed. 'I'm a fuckin' loony!'

'What makes you think you're mentally disturbed?' Maria enquired.

'Whenever I go out,' Hodges elaborated, 'I think people are following me. Sometimes I beat up suits just for looking at me. But the worst thing is jazz music, whenever I hear it I go fucking mental, can't control myself at all. If something isn't done about it, I might kill somebody. All this violence has got completely out of hand.'

Stewart Home, Slow Death

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