Vladimir Nabokov. El pasajero : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. El pasajero
f the scant regulation blanket was a treat in comparison to the puffiness of hotel featherbeds. After some private musings—at the time I was anxious to write a story about the life of railway-car cleaning women—I put out the light and was soon asleep. And here let me use a device cropping up with dreary frequency in the sort of story to which mine promises to belong. Here it is—that old device which you must know so well: 'In the middle of the night I woke up suddenly.' What follows, however, is something less stale. I woke up and saw a foot."
"Excuse me, a what?" interrupted the modest critic, leaning forward and lifting his finger.
"I saw a foot," repea