October 31, 1952, Halloween Eve, 20:11 in the evening.
The driver in white gloves opened the rear door.
Einstein rubbed his weary temples and looked at his friend [Henry Dawson] beside him:
"You know, I don't like this kind of occasion... not to mention it's Halloween, an inexplicable masquerade party, it makes me feel... very noisy."
"Oh, my dear brother."
Beside him, Henry Dawson, with red and green paint smeared on his face and colorful powder in his hair, laughed heartily and patted Einstein's shoulder:
"Precisely because it's a Halloween party today, I brought you along!"
"No."
Einstein shook his head:
"To be precise, you dragged me here, I didn't want to go out at all, and I'm in no mood to attend such a meaningless beastly party."
"Speaking of Dawson, don't you think even if you're attending a Halloween masquerade party, your outfit is way too bizarre?"
