This is one of those mazes that you tried
to amaze us with yesterday isn’t it?
It’s a labyrinth.
It’s a maze.
No it isn’t, if you go to Regents Park Tube
Station and ask the station controller if he can tell you where the maze is he
sends you out to the park to look there.
That happened didn’t it?
It might have.
Might it have been different if you had
asked for the labyrinth then?
How come?
Because he didn’t know about them even
though he had been working there for years.
Didn’t know about them! There are 270 of them, one in every tube station, everyone different!
Didn’t know about them! There are 270 of them, one in every tube station, everyone different!
He told me there wasn’t one in his tube
station.
How did he figure that out?
He went into his controller’s room and did
some controlled googling with his controller’s computer and then misread the
Labyrinth map with his controller’s eyes.
What did you do?
Said goodbye and set off up the stairs and
along the street towards the next tube station.
Yep.
Find one there?
I did, but hang on - something happened.
What?
I heard voices.
You were walking along the Euston Road and
you heard voices?!
I did.
Religions have been founded on less.
And kingdoms reduced to rubble and ruin.
Hello. A lot of times.
Did you turn around?
Eventually.
And?
The controller had taken to his controller’s
feet and run after me. He called me back, apologised and showed me where it
was.
Bet you were happy.
I was, him to – he had had his eyes opened
to the unseen world under his eyes.
His controller’s eyes.
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