sticky-eyed

Updated: May 16, 2025

At night he dreaded the return to the draughtless room on Grove Street. In the morning, rising sticky-eyed and unrested, he shrank from the thought of the humid, dusty, unkempt hurly-burly of the office. Yet his work was never more brilliant and individual. Having finished his writing, one reeking midnight, he sat, spent, at his desk, hating the thought of the shut-in place that he called home.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - Success: A Novel