He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.
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He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has. Vladimir Nabokov

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.
Vladimir Nabokov