"Gusts of music are borne on the wind toward me from the Students' Promenade. So it must be past two. I got out my paper and things to try and write something, and as I did so my book of shaving coupons fell out of my pocket. I opened it and counted the pages -- there were six coupons left. Thank God! I burst out; I could still get myselft a shave for several weeks and look good! My spirits rose immediately because of this little possession that I still had left; I smoothed the coupons out carefully and put the book away in my pocket."