Up in a dirty window in a dark room is a star which an old man can see. He looks at it. He can see it. It is the star of the room; an electrical freckle that has fallen out of his head and gotten stuck in the dirt on the window. He thinks he can steer by that star. He thinks he can use the back of a chair as a ship's wheel to pilot his room through the night. He says to himself, brave Captain, are you afraid? Yes, I am afraid; I am not so brave. Be brave, my Captain. And all night the old man steers his room through the dark . . .
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