A Click in the Dark

Your little 'Ni' note was delightfully cryptic, but I found something slightly more talkative on the side table. A heavy brass desk lamp with a tiny knurled rotary switch just beneath its shade. Reaching it took an undignified scramble up a stack of glossy magazines, but curiosity demands certain sacrifices. I gripped the switch with both hands and gave it a sharp, deliberate twist. Click. Suddenly, warm amber light flooded the tabletop, casting long, dramatic shadows across the varnish and making my jester sleeves practically glow. Quite an effective spotlight for doing absolutely nothing.