all this talk about "fiving the guck up"

[hfojvt]

sounds like a halfway measure to me:

"It wasn't all the pastoral delights that were making Arthur feel so cheery. He had just had a wonderful idea about how to cope with the terrible lonely isolation, the nightmares, the failure at all his attempts at horticulture, and the sheer futurelessness and futility of his life here on prehistoric Earth, which was that he would go mad."