Waymark did not relish all this; it cost him a dark hour now and then.

But it was rich material; every item was stored up for future use.
Among others, the man named Slimy just managed to hold his footing.
Times were hard with Slimy, that was clear; still, he somehow contrived to keep no more than a fortnight behind with his rent.

Waymark was studying this creature, and found in him the strangest matter for observation; in Slimy there were depths beyond Caliban, and, at the same time, curious points of contact with average humanity, unexpectedly occurring.

He was not ungrateful for the collector's frequent forbearance, and, when able to speak coherently, tried at times to show this.

Waymark had got into the habit of sitting with him in his room for a little time, whenever he found him at home.