It was the brain booster CD that got Waltre thinking about it, and then he began to worry about it.
It was like...he felt so very very sane after listening to the CD, but then after a while the sanity kind of wore off, and he sank back to his normal state of mind - which was a hell of a lot less sane than Mozart's.
It actually began with a healthy dose of humility. Waltre marveled at how another human being could actually write such fantastic stuff as the concerto for two piano's. He also knew that he couldn't have appreciated the concerto any where near as much if he hadn't plugged into the brain booster CD first.
The brain booster pinged and ponged in all the right places, so as to awaken the finer parts of his grey matter, for half an hour, and then the concerto came on.
"Bloody marvelous." Waltre thought. "The things they get up to nowadays?"
The realization that he was completely mad came on him quite slowly at first. Then it got so bad that he decided to see a psychologist. Then he realized that the psychologist was mad too, so he cancelled all future appointments.
It got so bad that he began to worry about it. His main worry was about the embarrassment of it all. The idea that everyone else knew he was a madman, and that they were all being very tactful about it, like...it came as quite a jolt to say the least!
As a result Waltre began smiling, when he was around other people, in the hope that he could still somehow pull off the idea that he had only been joking, and he was now being his real self. However all that did was to provoke confused kind of smiles, and the smiles did not say that they got the joke.
He worried, and worried, and then he decided to stop drinking. It was then that things got really serious.
Life without beer was like...a whole new world.
He quickly reasoned that he had enough on his plate, what with realizing that he was a madman, like, add to the mix that he had recently accepted the idea of the evolution of the species, as such he went back to drinking beer; and it was after a few pints that he remembered the old Irish saying: "Things reveal themselves upon leaving."
"Be-Jeezus." He thought. "If I'd stopped drinking I might have never remembered that saying!"
He let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Ah yis, me madness is leaving, otherwise how would I know about it?"
Such is the tricky-ness of madness.
It was like...he felt so very very sane after listening to the CD, but then after a while the sanity kind of wore off, and he sank back to his normal state of mind - which was a hell of a lot less sane than Mozart's.
It actually began with a healthy dose of humility. Waltre marveled at how another human being could actually write such fantastic stuff as the concerto for two piano's. He also knew that he couldn't have appreciated the concerto any where near as much if he hadn't plugged into the brain booster CD first.
The brain booster pinged and ponged in all the right places, so as to awaken the finer parts of his grey matter, for half an hour, and then the concerto came on.
"Bloody marvelous." Waltre thought. "The things they get up to nowadays?"
The realization that he was completely mad came on him quite slowly at first. Then it got so bad that he decided to see a psychologist. Then he realized that the psychologist was mad too, so he cancelled all future appointments.
It got so bad that he began to worry about it. His main worry was about the embarrassment of it all. The idea that everyone else knew he was a madman, and that they were all being very tactful about it, like...it came as quite a jolt to say the least!
As a result Waltre began smiling, when he was around other people, in the hope that he could still somehow pull off the idea that he had only been joking, and he was now being his real self. However all that did was to provoke confused kind of smiles, and the smiles did not say that they got the joke.
He worried, and worried, and then he decided to stop drinking. It was then that things got really serious.
Life without beer was like...a whole new world.
He quickly reasoned that he had enough on his plate, what with realizing that he was a madman, like, add to the mix that he had recently accepted the idea of the evolution of the species, as such he went back to drinking beer; and it was after a few pints that he remembered the old Irish saying: "Things reveal themselves upon leaving."
"Be-Jeezus." He thought. "If I'd stopped drinking I might have never remembered that saying!"
He let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Ah yis, me madness is leaving, otherwise how would I know about it?"
Such is the tricky-ness of madness.
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