Vladimir Nabokov. Batir de alas
Kern turned away from the window.
Go ahead, enjoy your ride.... It makes no difference....
Then, during dinner, he tried not to look at her. She was filled with a merry, festive gaiety, and paid no attention to him. At nine the Negro music began moaning and clattering again. Kern, in a state of feverish languor, was standing by the doorjamb, gazing at the clinched couples and at Isabel's curly fan.
A soft voice said next to his ear, "Would you care to go to the bar?"
He turned and