Letter From Venice

he was luxuriating in his grandiose,rncanopied bed, it occurred to him to turnrnover and luxuriate on his side, but then —rnPFRRR! —he decided against it. Hernstayed put, flat on his back. "I swear tornyon," said my friend, "it was demonic.rnThe very instant the desire to turn overrntook hold . . .