"Well, don't get sick about it. We all make mistakes."
"Sick, I'm not sick. Only just for the moment.... I really thought.... Well, I shall never be so near a century again."
At lunch I sat next to one of their side.
"How many did you make?" he asked.
"Not very many," I said.
"How many?"
"Oh, hardly any. None at all, practically."
"How many actually?"
"And actually," I said. ("Fool.")
After lunch a strange man happened to be talking to me.