Doing housework is not of a need
Clean and dusting until fingers bleed
Because after four years
Why it really appears
That it don't get no worse.. That's MY creed.
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Quentin Crisp used to just lay down layers of newspapers on the floor. Don't know what he did about the shelves though. Being a great ornament himself, he had no need for a single one of them in his place. I reckon he got rid of shelves altogether.
Quentin Crisp theer's one I missed