seemed to do nothing but work, from morning until night and then one day a huge sign went up on the side of the building with the restaurant in it that said, "Retail Space Available." Not long after that I heard the man on the street in front of the restaurant telling a lady that he would have to earn a million dollars a year selling noodles to pay the new rent. After the restaurant closed I started seeing him walking very sadly around the neighborhood looking at the pavement. The man with the clean white shirts never looks happy or sad, but sometimes he looks a little like he's been hypnotized. The other night on the church steps I read about Mr. Singer's walks. I read: "Often it happened now that he would be spoken to and stopped during these walks. All kinds of people became acquainted with him. If the person who spoke to him was a stranger, Singer presented his card so that his silence would be understood." Mr. Singer was a mute, but there wasn't anything wrong with him. When it got too dark to read, I walked home looking into people's windows. A lot of them had cats in them, and when the lamps come on you can see right into the rooms. There are some beautiful golden rooms between my house and Saint Peter's, just full of books from floor to ceiling. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I rang the bell outside