Slowly, Mark began to retreat into a world of fantasy where he was completely in control. In his biography, written by Jack Jones, Mark says, “I used to fantasize that I was a king, and I had all these Little People around me and that they lived in the walls. And that I was their hero and was in the paper every day and I was on TV every day, their TV, and that I was important. They all kind of worshipped me, you know. It was like I could do no wrong.”
Mark often held concerts for his loyal and faithful subjects. He would play music for them; his favorite recordings – and theirs –- were songs by The Beatles.
But Mark was not always a benevolent ruler. “Sometimes, when I’d get mad, I’d blow some of them up. I’d have this push-button thing, part of the [sofa], and I’d, like, get mad and blow out part of the wall and a lot of them would die. But the people would still forgive me for that, and, you know, everything got back to normal. That’s a fantasy I had for many years,” he told his biographer.
Mark told his Little People he intended to go to New York and kill John Lennon. They begged him fervently not to do so. “Please, think of your wife. Please, Mr. President. Think of your mother. Think of yourself.” He told them that his mind was made up. Their reaction was silence.
