Vladimir Nabokov. Un cuento de hadas
FANTASY, the flutter, the rapture of fantasy! Erwin knew these things well. In a tram, he would always sit on the right-hand side, so as to be nearer the sidewalk. Twice daily, from the tram he took to the office and back, Erwin looked out of the window and collccted his harem. Happy, happy Erwin, to dwell in such a convement, such a fairy-tale German town!
He covered one sidewalk in the morning, on his way to work, and the other in the late afternoon, on his way home. First one, then the other was bathed in voluptuous sunlight, for the sun also went and re-turned. We should bear in mind that Erwin was so morbidly shy that only once in his life, taunted by rascally co