A strange nailless finger
...he had suddenly recognised the outlying destination silently indicated to him by what looked like a strange, nailless finger (scrawled on a fence), and the true hiding-place of genuine, blinding opportunity.
Vladimir Nabokov - The Enchanter, 42
Vladimir Nabokov - The Enchanter, 42
posted by decopuss at 12:16 AM
2 Comments:
Nabokov's command of the English language really irritates me. He can create genius in a language other than his native language and here I can't even order a drink right after a year. I'll never understand it. But I'll keep reading.
I know - I could smack him. Kundera too. Not even just the two languages either; they're horribly, prolifically multilingual, the cretins.
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