The light from the window illuminated a quiet scene in the room. I was lying on my back with my feet on the floor and the window behind me. I was watching the movement of the hour hand above my head, and when I looked up again, I saw that the room was full of people. There were about sixty chairs in the room and they all had someone sitting in them. And most peculiarly, each of them held a small radio in their hands.

I looked up again from the window. The movement of the hour hand was becoming more and more frantic every minute, and the noise of the radios was becoming, I felt, almost unbearable.

This sort of activity seemed to go on for ever, as I sat there, enraptured.