Disaster. Agony. You’re a writer. You know what a thing that blank piece of paper is. That’s the ultimate horror. After about an hour of sweating over nothing, you finally, crabbedly write the beginning and that’s what I do, what all architects do. Then you make a very tentative drawing and that’s terrible. But somehow you get interested. Then you start a different idea and that’s no good, but what about that idea, what about that idea? And your whole day passes in flashes because — it’s not a flash of genius in my case, but it’s a flash of getting something on paper. Very funny. There’s no talking about it though.