I had slept well on a bench in the shade and now the summoning bell was ringing and I pattered into church in my bare feet. The pastor’s wife took my hand and pressed me down at her side in the front pew below the pulpit. I would rather have sat in the organ loft, but the pastor’s wife was in the advanced stages of pregnancy and I couldn’t possibly squeeze past her. I immediately felt the need to pee and realized my distress would last a long time. (Church services and bad theatre last longer than anything else in the world. If you ever feel life is rushing along too fast, go to church or the theatre. Then time stops and you think there’s something wrong with your watch and as Strindberg says in Srorm: ‘Life is short but it can be long while it lasts.’)