The first time I was at the Apollo, I threw my tie out to them, and they threw it back to me. I said, ‘James, you have got some work to do.’
“There is between sleep and us something like a pact, a treaty with no secret clauses, and according to this convention it is agreed that, far from being a dangerous, bewitching force, sleep will become domesticated and serve as an instrument of our power to act. We surrender to sleep, but in the way that the master entrusts himself to the slave who serves him.”
Maurice Blanchot