The narrator arrives in his 117th rented room at the end of an epic journey, abandoned by his lover, almost broke and certainly feverish. His obsession with the insects he shares the room with and his beautifully articulated observations of himself on the edge of physical and mental collapse extend out to include the insect-like habitues of the local cafe - the charlatans, the indolent landowners, and even a levitating priest who has been dead for...