You mind your own business, all
of you. I don't want a lot of old fools telling me what to do. I
know what I'm about."
What can be expected from such a train? The chances are that it
comes to a bad end. I expect it is recognised afterwards, a broken-
down, unloved, friendless, old train, wandering aimless and despised
in some far-off country, musing with bitter regret upon the day
when, full of foolish pride and ambition, it started from Munich,
with its boiler nicely oiled, at 1.45.
B. abandons this 1.45 as hopeless and incorrigible, and continues
his search.
"Hulloa! what's this?" he exclaims. "How will this do us? Leaves
Munich at 4, gets to Heidelberg 4.15. That's quick work. Something
wrong there. That won't do. You can't get from Munich to
Heidelberg in a quarter of an hour. Oh! I see it. That 4 o'clock
goes to Brussels, and then on to Heidelberg afterwards. Gets in
there at 4.15 to-morrow, I suppose. I wonder why it goes round by
Brussels, though? Then it seems to stop at Prague for ever so long.
Oh, damn this timetable!"
Then he finds another train that starts at 2.15, and seems to be an
ideal train. He gets quite enthusiastic over this train.
