I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais!
Vladimir NabokovBy God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast.
Vladimir NabokovThere he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.
Vladimir Nabokov