It was very early in the morning, the streets clean and deserted, I was on my way to the station. As I compared the tower clock with my watch I realized it was much later than I had thought and that I had to hurry; the shock of this discovery made me feel uncertain of the way, I wasn't very well acquainted with the town as yet; fortunately, there was a policeman at hand, I ran to him and breathlessly asked him the way. He smiled and said: "You asking me the way?" "Yes," I said, "since I can't find it myself." "Give up! Give up!" said he, and turned with a sudden jerk, like someone who wants to be alone with his laughter.

If we pretend that the doodle is really a woodcut, instead of ink on paper I can pretend to be impressive.

Huzzah.