I am watching a grand funeral procession commemorating the victims of a terrible disaster caused by State negligence. The horse drawn carriages seat perhaps twelve people each. Some family and friends are sitting in one of them. "Come and join us," they shout, "there is plenty of room." The idea of attending a magnificent State banquet is too much to resist and I climb in despite having other appointments. As we drive off I notice I have dropped my glasses on the pavement.