You get on the train and take your seat. Phew! The light is good and your eyes are rested. Your book, itching to be read, falls open at the right page and the world around you, like sugar in boiling water, speedily dissolves. Another day, a new train but this time, your ear catches on to floating conversation and hangs tight. As hard as you try you can’t unhook it and dive into your book. Oh Sisyphus, you should see my uphill struggle! Why, why, why, does this happen? By the time you or Chatterbox get off the train you’ve lost five or six pages that are never coming back.