I was watching a young woman getting arrested, on the opposite platform, for, I think, breaking into a ticketchecker's booth, and then getting
on a train, then looking around, feeling tired, trying to drown myself
in the comfort of a song, I looked at a young man with buckteeth smiling into the air, then looked around at the rest of the
compartment, at the sullen emptiness of it all, the bedraggled glum
faces looking into their business, and I felt a depondency, as if we
have been abandoned on this earth, without god and religion, to our
painful vices. I thought of an unreasonable and boorish ticketchecker
once whose block I wanted to knock off. I wanted to beat him black and
blue and red, so he'd never behave that way with anyone again. And so I knew I was as bad as all that and the rest. All this playacting of being good until I'm dead and I still will be the same, human.

But, we must persevere with our castle building, mustn't we?