Vladimir Nabokov. El dragón
"I think it must have dozed off," finished the tavern keeper, restraining the twitching wart with his finger.
The factory owner got up. The robust fillings of his teeth flashed with the golden fire of inspiration. The arrival of a live dragon aroused in him no other feelings than the passionate desire that guided him in every instance—the desire to inflict a defeat on the rival firm.
"Eureka," he exclaimed. "Listen, my good man, are there any other witnesses?"
"I don't think so," the