I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two, and at the time I never even noticed I was blue. I must have kept dragging on through the business of the day, and without really noticing, I must have shut a part of me away. At five I must have left; there's no exception to the rule, a matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school. The tube back home again, undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then. Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame, the day before you came.