He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when.

Yes, but was it possible to quietly sleep through that furniture-rattling noise? True, he had

He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.

“Getting up early all the time”, he thought, “it makes you stupid.