Yearning for the Sounds of Silence

I suppose I should do something mature like bang on the floor, or scream “AAAAGGGHHH,” instead, I’m listening to Pierre de la Rue motets turned up loud enough to drown out the sounds of the dreadful boyfriend of my downstairs tenant–excuse me, “sub” tenant. All night, he’s been babbling, just babbling nonstop, with a giggle thrown in every now and then. A non-stop stream of babbling nonsense. Perhaps you remember past posts about this awful person. It used to be the sound of boinking and water running all night. No more. I miss the intitimate relations. He has a very deep voice, with a Texas-y twang, that actually vibrates my bed. At least he sounds happy, but still, what is he doing and what topic could possibly be so engaging as to elicit this hours-long non-stop monologue at the equivalent of 4:00 in the morning? And why isn’t his boyfriend saying anything? Is he able to sleep through this? Are they doing drugs? Providing narration to a silent movie marathon? Sleep-talking? Translating a classical greek text? Help! What sluggards, what cowards have I brought up in my court, who care nothing for their allegiance to their (land)lord. Who will rid me of this babbling beast??