"My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés whre they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I never shall be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't, and so on...."
Un dettaglio dopo l'altro, una strada dopo l'altra, tra bar, stanze d'albergo e troppi, troppi drink, si svolge l'amara storia di Sasha Jensen, narrata come un unico sospiro, un unico pensiero sfocato.
