Once, a long time ago, I went to a railway station. I planned to take the night train to New York and go on a journey with a friend. Many people were on the platform and they were all pushing onto the long passenger train. It was already full. I asked the man at the booking office if I could have two tickets. He answered sharply, no! I felt hurt. It was important for me to have the tickets. I found a railway official and asked him if I could get a place some where in the sleeping-car, but he said sharply, no, you can't, the train is full. Don't trouble me any more. I felt very hurt indeed. I said to my friend, they talked to me like this because they don't know who I am. If they knew. But my friend said, don't be foolish, do you think it would help you to get a seat on the train? There are no empty seats. I went up to the same official and said very politely that my name was Mark Twain. But he only replied I told you not to trouble me any more.