“One day at our favorite cafe Alfred told me about the mess of papers piling up in his apartment. “I hoard,” he helpfully explained. So I gave him a day of assistance in weeding out his collection. That was last year. By last week Alfred’s place had returned to its primeval condition.
“We’d never gotten to the piles of paper in the loo, so the bathtub is of course still full of canceled checks saved since 1970, and yellowed bank statements are still heaped on the board that covers the tub like a coffin lid…”