A party of visitors were being shown round a lunatic asylum.
They came across one individual in the grounds , with wild eyes, disheveled hair, feverishly endeavoring to catch flies and keep them in his pocket.
“His was a sad case,” said the attendant. “Whilst he was at the war his wife abandoned his home and ran off with another man.”
“Terrible”, said a visitor.
Presently they came to a padded cell, in which could be heard a raging as of a wild beast.
“That’s the other man,” said the attendant.
