Vladimir Nabokov. El timbre
"So many years have passed.... Goodness! I can hardly believe my eyes. Oh, yes, I have friends coming tonight. I'll call them off. I'll phone them. I'll do something. I must call them off.... Oh, Lord...."
She pressed against him, palpating him to find out how real he was.
"Calm down, Mother, what's the matter with you—this is overdoing it. Let's sit down somewhere. Comment vas-tu? How does life treat you?"... And, for some reason fearing the answers to his questions, he started telling he