Vladimir Nabokov. Batir de alas
Kern gave a silent nod. Dominating the tremor of his hand, he started writing. Isabel began speaking again, in an agitated, toneless voice, but for some reason it appeared to Kern that her fright was of the female, earthly variety.
"I met him yesterday as I was flying on my skis in the dark. Last night he came to me."
Trying not to listen, Kern wrote in a bold hand:
"My dear friend, this is my last letter. I could never forget how you helped me when disaster crashed down on me. He probably lives on a peak where he hunts alpine eagles and feeds on their meat...."
Catching himself, he slashed