ABSTRACT
Claudio Xilo didn’t have to go to rehearsals that day, so he allowed himself the luxury of getting up at noon, after having eaten breakfast in bed and bored himself half to death leafing through the papers. Once dressed, he immediately felt the desire to lie down again, because his long sleep had made his limbs sluggish. So he went into the study, trying to shrug off the torpor by busying his mind with some work.
