[originaltext]M: I just can’t concentrate here in the flat. You see, Arthur, I

M: I just can’t concentrate here in the flat.  You see, Arthur, I’ve got three essays to do...three essays behind I am. I mean... how can I concentrate with everyone else talking... playing records... practicing the guitar. I just can’t get pen to paper.
W: Well Peter, you could work in the university library.
M: I could... yes... that’s perfectly true. But... you know... I not only need to sit down and write... I... L... need to think. And to think I need to be able to wander around... smoke... be on my own... be sort of free to do as I like. Living here in this flat with, how many others? —Six... Well there are constant interruptions you see. You’re okay... you live in... Don’t you believe it’s as ideal as it seems. I mean people call on you at all hours... to borrow a book... have a chat... find Something to eat... No... it’s anything but ideal for a quiet life.
W: You know... I suggest you look for a small flat of your own. A bed-sitter perhaps. Mind you... it’ll cost a lot more than the... the part—ten you’re paying at the moment. Tell you what. Let’s look at the paper. At the ads. There might be something. You got a paper?
M: Mm... well there’s the last Sunday Times.
W: That won’t be much help... you really need local paper. Anyway, there’s no harm in having a look. You never know.
M: It must be somewhere amongst this lot. Er... Radio Times... TV Times... Here we are. I’ll just find the accommodation ads.
W: You might find something under the headings.
M: Yeah. Here we are.