Just yesterday
I was pointing out a spot in the diary of Gombrowicz where he might have put an owl but didn’t. So
guess what? Right after I "posted" that thought, I picked up the book and all of a sudden here’s Gombrowicz telling about a dream his friend had, in which the friend wrote a poem about "Stephen
Owlglass" (
see also) and "Simon
Owlclaw." Gombrowicz goes on, "The wonder of these names - they haunted me for a long time."