In Nagy-Kanizsa, Hungary, the alarm went out that a naked lunatic was crawling through the fields beside a road, uttering low sounds. On signal police rushed the man, threw a blanket over his head, bore him off struggling to an ambulance. From beneath the blanket, as they drove toward an asylum, came a muffled but coherent voice. Timidly the prisoner explained that his clothes had been stolen while he was swimming, that he had promised to be home at dinner time, that he felt he should not break the engagement.
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