Rest assured of that--and he's forty this year.

Miniatures, carved ivories, bugs, moths, porcelains, jades, stamps, postcards, spoons, baggage tags, theatre programs, playing-cards--there isn't anything that he doesn't collect.

He's on teapots, now.

Imagine it--William and teapots! And they're all there in his rooms--one glorious mass of confusion.

Just fancy those archaeologists trying to make their 'monk' live there! "But when they reach me, my stratum, they'll have a worse time yet.