Richard and I could hardly sleep that night. It's not that I'm worried about Keith not sleeping, it's not that Richard is tossing and turning, it's not that I'm worried about her husband.

You have no sympathy for those who work hard. I want to sleep, don't hit me over and over again!

I really wanted to scold him, but when he smoked, I didn't say anything. It seemed that he was really nervous, so I couldn't sleep, for by daybreak I became a dead ghost, and worked wearily in the tent. But when the first person I met in the tent was not director Will or Dr. Martin, but...