i had no house. in london i rented a service flat in dolphin square. it consumed my money in steady installments on a weekly basis. the bills arived in a woman's handwriting rounded and flowing easily with the lower line of the writing creating a regular. almost scalloped pattern. i envied her calmness and absence of ambition. and when i went down to the office to settle the bill. i tried to figure out which clerk it was among all of those slaves of routine