“My mind is much occupied,” he said. “And you want to know why ! Well, sir, I can assure you that not only do I not know why I do these things, but I did not even know I did them. Come to think, it is just as you say; I never have been beyond that field.⁠ ⁠… And these things annoy you?”

For some reason I was beginning to relent towards him. “Not annoy ,” I said. “But⁠—imagine yourself writing a play!”

“I couldn’t.”

“Well, anything that needs concentration.”