Sabine Baring-Gould,
A Book of Ghosts — A Dead Finger
(1904)
“ I was tired with the journey, with the knocking about in town, and the discomfort and alarm produced by the apparition of the finger. I felt worn out. I was unable to give my attention to what I read, and before I was aware was asleep. Roused for an instant by the fall of the book from my hands, I speedily relapsed into unconsciousness. I am not sure that a doze in an armchair ever does good. It usually leaves me in a semi-stupid condition and with a headache.Five minutes in a horizontal position on my bed is worth thirty in a chair. ”
