A woman is tired and a little bit ill. A man patiently tells her where her clothing is. He suggests that she wear her glasses, though they not help once she puts them on. They are both lying on a bed. He is under the covers. As they talk together, she cycles through resentment, amusement, and great interest. After a while, she decides she must get ready to go. She resumes getting dressed and he helps. By the time she finishes dressing she realizes what has happened is like a Hasidic tale she had read the day previously on the subway. She has the book in her purse. She asks the man if she can read him a story. He agrees. From a thin book, she reads the tale. It is about a man who was very stupid. He had so much trouble waking that he often did not want to go to bed. One evening he wrote down where all his clothes were before he went to bed. The next morning, he read the slip to remember where his things were. After this, he was overcome with consternation. He felt that it was fine and well that he found his belongings, but he did not know where he himself was. He could not find himself. The rabbi said that is how it feels as a rabbi. She stops reading. The man likes the story but not the ending. She feels like the man in the story because she often does not know where she is. For example, she does not know where she is in the life of this man. She doesn’t know what this house is. She feels she arrived at the house as if she stumbled there in a dream. She wants to call herself a very stupid man. A few weeks before, she had called herself a bearded man. She had been in a café seated next to a bearded man when some women disturbed him. As she was writing about the man a few tables away she assumed she may have been writing about herself as a bearded man. She read the Hasidic tale because it feels like what has happened to her. However, she wonders if because the tale caused these things happened. That morning or perhaps another morning she feels the same stupidity and struggles to find herself anywhere. She cries. It is raining outside. She isn’t sure if she is crying because it is raining. She concludes that rain and tears are the same. There are sounds of automobiles outside. The sounds are like the feelings inside her. She wonders if feels those loud sounds came from her or came into her.