“Sir, you are a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward.”
“Do I know you?”
“I am merely enquiring about the whereabouts of my wife.”
“You’re a nutjob…”
“My apologies. I’ll try the next floor.”
For those who feel somewhat lost, we are in the gold-hued, lantern-lighted corridors of the Hilbert Hotel, now on the 1000th floor, where our hero is methodically seeking his wife. There he has a pleasant encounter with a chambermaid, whom he realizes is the love of his life–and after symphonic intromissions on a goosedown bed, he dusts himself off, regains the stairwell, and continues the search.