They say sanity runs uphill.

At least, they say that in Bedlam, the town where all the madhouses in the world open up so the patients can make a society of their own. Oh, this is no case of letting the inmates run the asylum - the actual rulers live on the hill. And they're sane, sane as death.

So while the good citizens of Bedlam are marching around dressed like clowns for the Day of Tears, the rulers are calmly listening to Beethoven and enjoying DiVinci prints. And while the Voices In Your Head sing their own tune, the rulers play with numbers and astrological charts (everyone has to have a few quirks).