"It's like the old Henny Youngman joke. The husband comes home, walks into the living room, and sees a cigar burning in an ashtray. He asks his wife what is going on, but she pretends not to know. Still suspicious, the husband starts looking through the house. When he gets to the bedroom, he opens the closet and finds a stranger in there. "What are you doing in my closet?" the husband asks. "I don't know," the man stutters, shaking and sweating all over. "Everybody has to be somewhere."

~ Leviathan. Paul Auster.

(I will might get bored eventually...)