so as soon as he got back to his shitty little room , he poured himself a scotch and lit up a cigarette at the little table in front of the window overlooking the muddy yard with its one tree like a hair growing out of a mole and started thinking about what he might do to improve himself such that he would no longer be the kind of person other people might expect to be harboring nasty and malevolent thoughts about elderly nuns , whose only crime had been to sit where his glance might chance upon them two seats in front of him on the bus .