Vladimir Nabokov. Un cuento de hadas
They must be terrific dancers, he thought; I could use all four.
The pointers obediently gathered into one bunch and came to a stop.
"Dead heat!" shouted the man with the whistle. "A sensational finish!"
Erwin drank a glass of lemonade, consulted his watch, and made for the exit.
Eleven o'clock and eleven women. That will do, I suppose.
He narrowed his eyes as he imagined the pleasures awaiting him. He was g