ABSTRACT
Poor John Locke. He is very tired after a hard day designing a way of protecting householders from polecats and foxes, something that seemed to him to be a pressing matter of social concern. (Not to mention the drinking of considerable quantities of tea that went with the cutting up of chickenwire and banging together bits of wood that his initial theories seemed to require!) He goes to bed early and sleeps soundly until about four in the morning when he suddenly wakes up, snug in his bed, but excited by a new, political solution to the problem. He would like to get up, go to his laboratory and do some more work on it. Unfortunately, he knows his getting up will annoy the landlady, who is a very light sleeper and complains regularly about his late-night activities, however quiet and learned.
