“Really the answers I get are idiotic. The entire correspondence of you and Robbie with me should be published. The best title would be Letters from Two Idiots to a Lunatic, I should fancy.”

“Oh, I love London Society! It has immensely improved. It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics. Just what Society should be.”

“I should change my job title to Retail Psychologist and get some impressive letter after my name.”

“I’m an idiot for thinking that one performance would change anything.Maybe I should stop writing songs and start writing fiction.”

“I say, Watson,’ he whispered, ‘would you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?’‘Not in the least,’ I answered in astonishment.‘Ah, that’s lucky,’ he said, and not another word would he utter that night.”

“I didn't figure things out, either, you know. So if you'e an idiot, I guess that makes two of us."He seems relieved to hear me say that. I guess idiots love company.”