Ask me who I am, Croisset ?" "And who are you, M'seur ?" "I don't know, Jean.

Fact, I don't.

I used to think that I was a most ambitious young cub in a big engineering establishment down in Chicago.
But I guess I was dreaming.

Funny dream, wasn't it?
Thought I came up here to build a road somewhere through these infernal---no, I mean these beautiful snows--but my mind must have been wandering again.

Ever hear of an insane asylum, Croisset?
Am I in a big stone building with iron bars at the windows, and are you my keeper, just come in to amuse me for a time?
It's kind of you, Croisset, and I hope that some day I shall get my mind back so that I can thank you decently.