He approached the lake about half an hour ago. He was tall, with greying hair and deep lines on his face. He was wrapped up against the cold. As I saw him coming I could see a large patch of white covering one side of his chin, and I thought to myself – there’s a man who forgot that he was shaving; that man there is a forgetful, easily distracted man. And as he came towards me with what appeared to be shaving foam on his face I raised my hand to my face and ran my fingers over th...