I was in a state of despair out of all proportion to the disaster. Weariness, the end of a long day, me alone with the bike at midnight in a strange country at war; that was part of it. From Mark Antony to Charlie Brown in one thoughtless moment. I snatched at the lesson. As always I felt I could endure my tribulations if there was something to be learned from them. Euphoria leads to thoughtlessness. That's how fortunes are told. So O.K.No more mindless chasing after cars. Is that all?
