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Seymour can make Martine promise to stay out of the art room and then visit it almost every day himself. It's not hypocrisy. It's not covering up. It's not lying you know the book doesn't lie. It's not good - but at least it's a nebulous sort of wrong that he can't give a name to. Keeping it nameless makes it easier to dismiss.
He watches his life from an outsider's perspective. Sees himself move from Skid Row where depression's just status quo Home for Boys (spit balls, bullies, always at the edge of the group) to Mushnik and Son's Skid Row Florists (where his name became "You little rat!" or "schmuck!" instead of Seymour). He never had pictures, so it's always a light shock to see himself looking so young.
Sometimes he says, "Show me Audrey." lovely Audrey (Christmastime at the store; Seymour and Audrey wear Santa hats and pour over a Sears Roebuck catalogue. Audrey stepping out with a hulking boyfriend I'd follow him blindly whose name Seymour can't remember. Audrey with the dentist, downcast and a lotta folks deserve to die nervous. Suddenly Seymour and Audrey kissing....) Those aren't the good days.
Sometimes he says, "Show me the plant." mean green mother from outer space (The plant talking feed me. The plant growing big and strong. The plant eating bloody awful evil things.) Those are the worst days.
Can't get away from it only so far you can bend. He doesn't cry all the time. Only sometimes. He doesn't run to the bathroom and vomit all the time. Only sometimes. He doesn't pull his hair, gnaw his lips, claw at his face all the time. Only sometimes.
Some day by and by maybe things will change don't it go to show you never know. Maybe he'll get desensitized the nightmare must come to an end. Maybe he'll get what's coming to 'em worse.
But for now it is...what it is.