nabakov
The nightly betrayal of reason. Nabokov on sleep
On the train to Edinburgh the other day, I was reading Nabokov’s autobiography, Speak, Memory. His description of his troubles falling asleep really grabbed my interest:
“All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper… Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world. It is a mental torture I find debasing… I simply cannot get [...]