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Nobody
breathed
.
There
was
only
a
soft
white
move
of
eyes
in
the
close
room
.
"
Now
I
understand
"
—
the
captain
’
s
voice
was
far
away
—
"
why
everyone
gave
us
notes
and
passed
us
on
,
one
from
the
other
,
until
we
met
Mr
.
Iii
,
who
sent
us
down
a
corridor
with
a
key
to
open
a
door
and
shut
a
door
.
And
here
we
are
…
"
"
Where
are
we
,
sir
?
"
The
captain
exhaled
.
"
In
an
insane
asylum
.
"
It
was
night
.
The
large
hall
lay
quiet
and
dimly
illuminated
by
hidden
light
sources
in
the
transparent
walls
.
The
four
Earth
Men
sat
around
a
wooden
table
,
their
bleak
heads
bent
over
their
whispers
.
On
the
floors
,
men
and
women
lay
huddled
.
There
were
little
stirs
in
the
dark
corners
,
solitary
men
or
women
gesturing
their
hands
.
Every
half
-
hour
one
of
the
captain
’
s
men
would
try
the
silver
door
and
return
to
the
table
.
"
Nothing
doing
,
sir
.
We
’
re
locked
in
proper
.
"
"
They
think
we
’
re
really
insane
,
sir
?
"
"
Quite
.
That
’
s
why
there
was
no
hullabaloo
to
welcome
us
.
They
merely
tolerated
what
,
to
them
,
must
be
a
constantly
recurring
psychotic
condition
.
"
He
gestured
at
the
dark
sleeping
shapes
all
about
them
.
"
Paranoids
,
every
single
one
!
What
a
welcome
they
gave
us
!
For
a
moment
there
"
—
a
little
fire
rose
and
died
in
his
eyes
—
"
I
thought
we
were
getting
our
true
reception
.
All
the
yelling
and
singing
and
speeches
.
Pretty
nice
,
wasn
’
t
it
—
while
it
lasted
?
"
"
How
long
will
they
keep
us
here
,
sir
?
"
"
Until
we
prove
we
’
re
not
psychotics
.
"
