“ Of course,” he continued, I’ve always been very good at sports. I’m a brilliant footballer, you know—in fact, I’d say I am very good at all ball games. I’m not bad at skiing, either. The funny thing is that my brother is totally different. He ... I’m not boring you, am I?" “ Oh no," said the woman beside him. "It's fascinating. Please go on." "Well, as I was saying, my brother was always hopeless at football at school and the one time that he tried to ski he spent most of his time on his back. And he hates swimming. Not very good at tennis, either. But he's terrific at chess. He's very good at using his brains, you know. Of course, I don’t know one end of a chessboard form the other. I think I take after my father―he’s a fantastic footballer. But then, he’s not bad at chess, either.” He stopped, puzzle at the fact that his father was good at doing so many things. “ But,” he said at last "enough about me. Tell me — what are you good at?" She smiled. “Well,” she answered, "They say that I'm good at listening...”