Insomniacs should go to bed early

Reading Trollope's "The Way We Live Now" I've come to the place where Donald Trump is losing his grip on his empire and fears being taken to prison for financial improprieties (pps. 505-507).

Trump, lacking any introspective impulse, never considers his folly, though his folly is apparent earlier in the book when Trollope writes of Trump, "the more arrogant he became the more vulgar he was" (p.406).

In Trollope's novel Trump is named Melmotte. I read the book late at night or in those even darker hours when I can't sleep.

It's astonishing how many of the characters in Trollope's novel are waiting there to greet me first thing in the morning when I take up the daily paper.