A tale of books and arms and lamps

I've started to read a fairly old version of Anna Karenina(1933). I thought I would blip the title page but it was boring so I added an Ikea bedside lamp and my arm...god only knows what I was thinking..it's a strange night...an old colleague reported on fb that a butterfly appeared in his Bristol living room and then committed suicide on a halogen lamp in a puff of smoke.. Crazy shit!