“But that goes for most of us, doesn’t it? We look blankly at each other. Here I am, here you are. What are we doing here? What do you suppose it’s all about? Let’s dream on. Yes, that’s my Dad and Mum over there on the piano top. My eldest boy is on the mantel piece... I go to work at eight and come home at five-thirty. When I retire they will give me a clock – with my name engraved on the back. Now you know all about me. Go away: I’ve forgotten you already.”
