When I meet someone who seems, to me, a little bit lucid, I perform an experiment with my first drawing, which I have always saved. I would like to know if they are truly understanding. But every time, they reply: “It is a hat.” So I don’t talk to them of boa constrictors, or virgin forests, or stars. I begin to reach. I speak to them of bridge, golf, politics and ties. And the big person is very pleased to know a man who is so reasonable.