It is nothing but a kind of a microcosmos of communism - all that psychiatry', rumbled Pnin ... 'Why not leave their private sorrow to people? Is sorrow not, one asks, the only thing in the world people really possess?
Vladimir NabokovPoor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.
Vladimir NabokovBy God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast.
Vladimir Nabokov