Now I'm sure you're wondering something. Is it just coincidence that this cold water predicament of mine also appears in this chapter? Not at all. Zampanò only wrote "heater." The word "water" back there- I added that. Now there's an admission, eh? Hey, not fair, you cry. Hey, hey, fuck you, I say. Wow, am I mad right now. Clearly a nerve's been hit somewhere but I don't know how, why, or by what. I sure don't believe it's because of some crummy made-up story or a lousy (water) heater. Can't follow the feeling. If only any of it were true. I mean we'd all be so lucky to wind up a punching bag and still find our crates full of Birds of Paradise. No such luck with this crate. Let the cold water run. It's gotta warm up eventually. Right?

— House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (Page 16)