He worked day and night, stopping only occasionally for something to eat. He thought little about food and less about sleep. But what he thought about least of all was his rent.
As a result, his landlord now stood before him, demanding the three months' rent the painter owed on the loft.
"Give me a couple of weeks," teh painter pleaded. I know I'm on the verge of making some sales.
"Absolutely not," the landlord said. "You gave me that story last month. You won't get another day's credit from me."
"Look," the painter said, "think of it as an investment. Someday this loft will be famous, and you'll be able to charge a fortune for it.
In a few years, people will come into this disgusting loft and whisper, 'That great painter used to paint here.'"
"Pay your rent now," the landlord said, "or they'll be able to say it tomorrow morning."
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