[Greek-levo ‘to the left’]
I hate visiting my brother! He lets his stupid phobia rule his life. Everything is arranged to be on his right. Which, might I add, is my left. I'm sure he does it to spite me. He refuses to get help fully knowing I can't stand things to my left. It's bad luck. It's inviting misfortune into my life. It's dancing with the devil and expecting to keep my soul.
But I have a plan to make him see the light. The next time I visit, I'm going to switch things around, make him think that what is right is left, and what's left is right. A little reverse psychology. I am right. HE is the one on my left.