“Day after day, day after day, — We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.” — The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834) My landlords cut the water supply to my unit last week. The explanation given at the time was that the water table was too low for the tank to pump properly, but somehow the restaurant below me had no interruption in service.