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Yes, both of them, wife and daughter, were houses. Then he himself must be a house. Houses should not wear clothes. He went up to his room and took off all his clothes. He stood before a mirror admiring his own naked facade.
What kind of house was he? A large winged insect flew against the window screen and crawled slowly toward the top. It spoke with a little voice: "Let me in. I belong to your house. Let me in. " That was the answer to his question. "Bughouse! Positive, bug -- comparative, parasite -- superlative, paresis," he murmured, and he smiled softly -- so softly.