The secretary looked down at her desk.

“Have you ever felt,” he asked, “like you were supposed to remember to do something at this very moment — but then you were doing it?”

“No,” she said. “I don’t know what that would feel like.”

“Well it’s like remembering an answer on a test. Then it’s a feeling of uneasiness. Then it’s a lot of gratitude, really, at yourself and then everything else.”

She tilted her head, took her pen out from her hair. “I suppose that makes sense. It’s what it would feel like.”

“It’s quite wonderful,” he said.

“Well that’s very nice,” she said. “But you’d better get away from my desk or they’ll know who’s been farting in his office all morning.”