Vladimir Nabokov. Bachmann
And, giving his thinning mane a shake, Sack rolled his eyes in silence.
As Sack and I looked through the newspaper clippings pasted in an album as heavy as a coffin, I became convinced that it was precisely then, in the days of Bachmann's first encounters with Mme. Perov, that began the real, worldwide—but, oh, how transitory!—fame of that astonishing person. When and where they became lovers, nobod