The wind blows away all of his papers, and he doesn't have time to do anything about it. He's not even sure what he's supposed to do. He can't keep fumbling around, and she's going to be bothered by him and leave. He tells her to stop and move on, but she won't listen to him. She's just throwing depressed morose at him, he tells her. Why would she eat bread that's been dropped on the ground? That's a waste of time, he says, because the bread tastes awful, but it also burns at the bottom. He promises to bring her the next time she comes to visit him.