I copy.
Furthermore, Mathilda soon began to bore me. She had one constant and, to me depressing subject of conservation- her husband. This man, she would say, was a noble brute. He would kill her on the spot if he found out. He worshiped her and was savagely jealous. Once in Constantinople he had grabbed an enterprising Frenchman and slapped him several times against the floor, like a rag. He was so passionate, it frightened you. But he was beautiful in his cruelty.
Eye, Vladimir Nabokov, 1965, p.6
City of Berlin, city of New York
Furthermore, Mathilda soon began to bore me. She had one constant and, to me depressing subject of conservation- her husband. This man, she would say, was a noble brute. He would kill her on the spot if he found out. He worshiped her and was savagely jealous. Once in Constantinople he had grabbed an enterprising Frenchman and slapped him several times against the floor, like a rag. He was so passionate, it frightened you. But he was beautiful in his cruelty.
Eye, Vladimir Nabokov, 1965, p.6
City of Berlin, city of New York
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten