Vladimir Nabokov. Masha (№ 307634)

And strength was not because he did not have a particular desire, and the torment was that he searched in vain for the desire. He couldn't force himself to reach out to the lamp to turn on the light. It seemed to him inconceivable miracle this simple transition from intention to implementation. Nothing graced his colorless melancholy, thoughts crept without communication, heart beating quietly, linen pesky stuck to the body.