Solzhenitsyn

“Save the flattery for when I finally publish something.”

“I expect great things.” Dr. Gagnon gave me a pen and some paper as promised, then picked up my backpack and put it on the chair beside my bed. “Just out of curiosity, are you aware of your terrible snoring? You sounded like a dying animal.”

I averted her gaze and scratched the top of my head. “That was a fairly recent discovery. I’ve been using a CPAP at home to help with it.”