Vladimir Nabokov. Batir de alas
"You say one must be selective...," he spoke thickly and limply, "while I have reached a point... Listen to this, for instance—I once had a wife. She fell in love with someone else. He turned out to be a thief. He stole cars, necklaces, furs.... And she poisoned herself. With strychnine."
"And do you believe in God?" asked Monfiori with the air of a man getting on his hobby horse. "There is God, after all."
Kern gave an artificial laugh.
"Biblical God.... Gaseous vertebrate.... I am not a believer."
"That's from Huxley," insinuatingly observed Monfiori. "There was a biblical God, though.... The point i