With every new summer, the process of squeezing through became more difficult; nowadays, even my ghost will get stuck. Another part of the ritual was to ascend with close eyes “step,step, step,” came my mother’s voice as she let up-and sure enough, the surface of the next read would receive the blind child’s confident foot; all one had to do was left it a little higher than usual so as to avoid stubbing one’s toes against the raiser. This slow, somewhat somnambulistic ascension is self-endangered darkness held obvious delights…I was merely playing for time by extending every second to its utmost (Nabokov
With every new summer, the process of squeezing through became more difficult; nowadays, even my ghost will get stuck. Another part of the ritual was to ascend with close eyes “step,step, step,” came my mother’s voice as she let up-and sure enough, the surface of the next read would receive the blind child’s confident foot; all one had to do was left it a little higher than usual so as to avoid stubbing one’s toes against the raiser. This slow, somewhat somnambulistic ascension is self-endangered darkness held obvious delights…I was merely playing for time by extending every second to its utmost (Nabokov