The night was very warm – during my stay temperatures in New York had been exceeding 60º Fahrenheit, with sunny days and mild nights, and I usually slept with the window open. I was woken on the morning of the third day by a man singing hymns, very off key, at the top of his voice. He must have been sat on the bench on the island at the corner intersection faced by the front of the building (my bedroom window faced onto a side well, but the singing was so loud it reached into the room). After about twenty minutes the singer (who was probably drunk or under the influence of some kind of substance) fixed on one particular hymn and sang it again and again, the repetition being incredibly annoying. Even after I had closed the window the singing penetrated the room. Eventually I heard residents from the apartment blocks around the intersection shouting down at the singer, who just increased the volume of his singing, until he was bellowing out the words. More shouting from the residents, and then the singer abruptly stopped (Robert Leiper told me several eggs had been thrown with devastating effect).
I slept late to compensate for the disturbance, and later I joined Robert Leiper among the joggers circling the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis reservoir in Central Park, so there was no time to do any work during the morning.