By Thracia's coadjutant and the roar Of loud Euroclydon's tumultuous gusts

Zzz...With all those ʻzedsʼ I'll be sending you to sleep.

I rented a room in the upper storey of the house.

The older man, who had rented space on Mr. Silverman’s floor in Ovington Studios, a seven-story building of artist studios near Cadman Plaza on the edge of Brooklyn Heights, introduced himself as Emil Goldfus, a retired photofinisher and an amateur painter.