I would notice a lighted window across the street and what looked like a nymphet in the act of undressing before a co-operative window. Thus isolated, thus removed, the vision acquired an especially keen charm that made me race with all speed to my lone gratification. But abruptly, fiendishly, the tender pattern of nudity I had adored would be transformed into the disgusting lamp-lit bare arm of a man in his underclothes reading his paper by the open window in the hot, damp, hopeless summer night.