In March 1913, the destitute Frederick Rolfe left his small room at the Albergo Cavaletto in Venice and moved into the Palazzo Marcello where he shared a flat with another poverty-stricken Englishman named Thomas Pennefather Wade Brown. On the evening of October 25, they dined and each went to his bedroom. The next day Wade Brown found Rolfe lying fully dressed on his bed where he had fallen with a final heart seizure. On September 25, 1968, a 64-year old man, one-legged and wheelchair-bound and looking almost ninety, died of a stroke in his shabby room at Manhattan’s Sheraton Russell Hotel. His name was Cornell Woolrich. One day, when I am old, and have fallen on hard times, I shall seek out a seedy room in an insalubrious part of Rome where I will live on Peroni Nastro Azzurro and canned sardines, and try to recreate the deaths of these homosexual writers.