Brian Prousky rose from bed and a deft left hand snatched an empty glass from the night-table and two feet entered two slippers in stride and he walked to the kitchen and then the sink and with two different detergents washed the glass and for six minutes touched-up his work and when he was done the glass was dazzling and he returned to the bedroom and remade the bed and the sheets and blanket were as tight as a drum and the pillow was smooth without a single crease in it like rolled dough and after that it was time for exercise and he clasped his hands together behind his back and they rose unusually high until his backbones popped out like two white sails and the skin between the sails rippled like waves and that was the start of his day and the remainder was also filled with rigorous ro
