In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"It was always silent in this particular apartment, a single room on the second floor of a brooding old building in the forgotten part of town. Looking around the room, one always noticed first a shapeless pile of frayed notebooks, the ever-dishevelled bed, and a grand old wardrobe whose drawers were never opened. It was only a second glance that would draw one's attention tot he room's threadbare appendage, a hollow-looking man who sat in the armchair by the bed. There he would remain for hours, motionless save for his left hand, his pen hand, which after long periods of inactivity would scribble across the page, furiously at first, then slowing and soon becoming motionless once more."
The Angle: Vol. 1981:
1, Article 23.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjf.edu/angle/vol1981/iss1/23