There was a man who didn't know how to sleep; noddingoff every night into a drab, unprofessional sleep. Sleep thathe'd grown so tired of sleeping.He tried reading The Manual of Sleep, but it just put himto sleep. That same old sleep that he had grown so tired ofsleeping . . .He needed a sleeping master, who with a whip and achair would discipline the night, and make him jump throughhoops of gasolined fire. Someone who could make a tiger siton a tiny pedestal and yawn . . .