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Twins are all weirdies, deny that if you can."
"I can't," said the captain. "I have a twin sister."
"And she's a weirdie?"
"No, she's a unisex hair stylist."
"I spit on those, whatever they are," said Stravino. "And also I
spit upon architects. They will be the death of us all."
"Because they design blocks of flats? Ouch!"
"Sorry," said Stravino. "I just took a little off your ear then. But
not enough to affect the hearing. But blocks of flats, did you say?
Well, that's right, but it's not for why you think."
"How do you know what I think?" the captain asked.
"I interpret," said the Greek. "But answer me this. Why do you
think the world has all gone potty mad today? Why are people all
stony bonker and devil take their hindparts? Answer this."
"A lack of discipline," the soldier in the captain said. "Or a lack of
hope," the man inside the soldier added.
"No no no." Stravino hung his electric clippers on their hook, took
up a cut-throat and gave it a strop. "It's the houses," said he.
"And I am a Greek, so I know what I say. The Greeks were
famous throughout the old world for their classical architecture.
Am I right or am I barking up a gum tree?"
"The Greeks were famous for many things," said the captain,
peering ruefully at the reflection of his ruined right ear.
"I put the styptic pencil on that," said the Greek. "But many
things, you're right as tenpence there."
"Notable shirtlifters," said the captain. "Their armies had platoons
of them. No offence meant, of course."
"And none taken, I assure you. But when they weren't lifting
each other's shirts, they were building great temples and
amphitheatres and harbours and hippodromes,"
"Hippodromes?" said the captain. "The Greeks built music halls?"
"Race courses," said Stravino, now taking up a shaving brush and
lathering the captain's head. "Hippos means horse in Greek.
Dromos means race. Did they teach you nothing at
Sandringham?"
"Sandhurst," said the captain. "But where is all this leading?"
"Architecture, like I say. It is all in the proportions of the
buildings. The size and shape of the rooms. You go in some
houses, you feel good. Others and you feel bad. Why is that?
Don't tell me why, because I tell you. The proportions of the
rooms. The rooms are wrong, the people in them go wrong.
People need the right sized spaces around them where they live."
"There might be something in what you say," said the captain.
"More than you know," said Stravino, now applying his cutthroat.
"And babies are little, so to them all rooms are big. Deny that if
you please."
Cormerant opened his mouth and spoke. "I have an urgent
appointment," said he. "Will I be kept much longer?"
"Do you eat out?" the barber enquired.
Cormerant made the face that says, "Eh?"