Poetical extravagance over “pearly dew and daybreak” does not ring true when that most infernal of inventions, the alarm clock, wrenches you from sleep, rips a startled heart from your middle and tosses it on to an angry tongue, to make ugly splutterings not complimentary to the new morning; down upon you spills cold shiveriness–a new day’s responsibilities have come. To part from pillow and blanket is like bidding goodbye to all…
She was a bride just returned from honeymooning, this first tenant of mine. Already she was obviously bored with a very disagreeable husband. In her heart she knew he was not proud of her. He kept his marriage to this Canadian girl secret from his English mother. The bride was a shocking housekeeper and dragged round all day in boudoir cap, frowsy negligee and mules–slip, slop, slip, slop. In my basement I…
Roof, walls, floor can pinch to hurting while they are homing you, or they can hug and enfold. Hurt enclosed is hurting doubled; to spread misery thins it. That is why pain is easier to endure out in the open. Space draws it from you. Enclosure squeezes it close. I know I hurt my tenants sometimes–I wanted to; they hurt me! It took a long time to grind me into the texture of…
