This is Edgar Allan Poe. He wrote the short story "The Tell-Tale Heart", which I am using for my latest project. It's about guilt, I feel guilty that I haven't done much work. Maybe I will hand in a blank piece of paper and produce my stuttering explanation as a final piece, performance art or something. It's a risky tactic, and not a very good one. Incidentally, I've just come back from Berlin, it was amazing. "Berlin is poor...but sexy!" I read that somewhere, it might have been graffiti, of which there was in abundance.