Faye Rapoport DesPres

Just one example of Nabokov's incredible prose

Monday. Delectatio morosa. I spend my doleful days in dumps and dolors. We (mother Haze, Dolores and I) were to go to Our Glass Lake this afternoon, and bathe, and bask; but a nacreous morn degenerated at noon into rain, and Lo made a scene.”

– Vladimir Nabokov, in Lolita

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