the natural male blindness to bins that needed emptying, to the order of the linen closet and the cutlery drawer, the sheets with the sheets and the pillowcases with the pillowcases, knives with knives and forks with forks, to the dust of the floor and the film on the windows, along with a fathomless tolerance for living in rooms that, left to their own devices, would soon recall the cave of the caveman. From time to time, like a seasonal flu,
