Vladimir Nabokov. Batir de alas
"You may go. I'll give it to the porter later."
The parted hair bent forward, and the door closed softly.
Kern was distressed at having lost the letter. That letter in particular. He had said in it so well, so smoothly and simply, all that needed to be said. Now he could not recall the words. Only senseless sentences surfaced. Yes, the letter had been a masterpiece.
He began writing anew, but it came out cold and rhetorical. He sealed the letter and neatly wrote the address.
He felt a strange lightness in his heart. He would shoot himself at noon, and after all, a