Robert Pinget0.0 Someone, a benign and self accusing presence, "a decent fellow on a rather small scale," "a wet blanket", moves through the rooms, corridors, and garden of a guest house, searching for a ball of paper, notes taken while "herborizing". In the course of the search we come to know the inhabitants and someone, himself; "I shall never be able to talk about their affairs...without scrutinizing myself"
