The Angel and the Author K. Jerome Jerome

I had a vexing dream one night, not long ago: it was about a fortnight after Christmas. I dreamt I flew out of the window in my nightshirt. I went up and up. I was glad that I was going up. "They have been noticing me," I thought to myself. "If anything, Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге The Angel and the Author (K. Jerome Jerome)