Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
He saw himself entering a house, a hotel, a restaurant, to meet his son. In fancy, he stroked the boy's fair hair with poignant parental pride.... And then, with his son and Nora (silly goose—to fear he-would snatch him away!), he saw himself walking down a street, and there— Fred clapped his thighs. He had forgotten to ask Nora where and how he could reach her!
Here commenced a crazy, absurd sort of phase. He rushed to his bedroom, began to dress in a wild hurry. He put on the best things he-had, an expensive starched shirt, practically new, stripe