“Cassandra, he’s going out of his mind. He’s got a sheet of graph paper pinned to his desk and he told me to ask Thomas to lend him some compasses. And when I told him Thomas was asleep he said: ‘Then bring me a goat. Oh, go to bed, go to bed.’ Heavens, does he really want a goat?” “Of course not,” I said laughing. “It’s just an idiotic association of words—you know, ‘Goat and Compasses’; they sometimes call inns that. I’ve heard him make that sort of joke before and very silly I always think it is.” She looked faintly disappointed—I think she had rather fancied hauling some goat in out of the
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Goat and compasses??
