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A gentleman who lives in this house, on the same floor as I, used to put dead mice under the door of my room. Then the young lady who lived on the floor below me acquired a cat with the result that my tormentor ran out of ammunition. Now the woman and her pet have moved and the rodents have returned. This may mean that my journal will become even emptier than it habitually is. I may find myself living under 'mouse arrest'.

Quentin Crisp, Resident Alien