And, searching around for an adequate ὅτι,
Proclaim it a sign of a brain that is dotty.
From an article on "Back to Germany":—
"The quiet, old-fashioned restaurants, where in the old days I have seen field-marshals' batons hanging up in the cloak-room, know them no more."—Daily Paper.
Nowadays the German Field-Marshal takes his baton into the dining-room to stir his soup.
AT THE PLAY.
"Will You Kiss Me?"