You can see that for yourself." Whitaker dazedly threw up his hands.
Having successfully baffled his opponent with the brilliancy of his unreason, Kenny enlarged upon the humiliation he must experience when Garry learned the truth.

At a familiar climax of self-glorification, in which Kenny claimed he had saved Brian from no end of club-gossip by his timely evasion of the truth, Whitaker lost his temper and went home.
He left his host in a dangerous mood of quiet.
It was a quiet unlike Kenny, who hated to think, and presently he flung his pipe across the studio, fuming at what seemed to him unprecedented disorder.

It was getting on his nerves.

No man could work in such a hodge-podge.

Even inspiration was likely to be chaotic and futuristic.
Small blame to Brian if he resented it all.