I don’t know what I’m doing here. I was home, and the doorbell rang, and I answered the door because that’s the kind of man I am — conscientious. A couple of men in suits were there and they took me by the arm and put me into a car and brought me here. I don’t remember closing the front door. There is a chap giving a speech about how much I deserve the award I am about to receive, but I don’t know what it is I’ve done exactly.

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