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