Let it stay tangled. I keep the black telephone in view while I read, before going to sleep, when I place it next to the bed. Of course I could exchange it for a blue, red or white one, but it won’t ever come to that, since I won’t allow anything else in my room to change, so that nothing distracts me except Ivan, the only new thing there is, and so nothing diverts my attention from waiting, as the telephone stays still.
