Vladimir Nabokov. El cuento de Navidad
"But what about?" Novodvortsev said out loud, then pushed his chair aside with his thigh and began pacing the room. There was an unbearable ringing in his left ear.
The scoundrel said it deliberately, he thought, and, as if following in the critic's recent footsteps, went to the window.
Presumes to advise me.... And that derisive tone of his.... Probably thinks I have no originality left in me.... I'll go and do a real Christmas stor