Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
ACTUALLY his name was Frederic Dobson. To his friend the conjuror, he talked about himself thus: "There was no one in Bristol who didn't know Dobson the tailor for children's clothes. I am his son—and am proud of it out of sheer stubbornness. You should know that he drank like an old whale Some time around 1900, a few months before I was born, my gin soaked dad rigged up one of those waxwork cherubs, you know sailor suit, with a lad's first long trousers—and put it in my mother'' bed. It's a wonder the poor thing did not have a miscarriage. As you can well understand, I know all this only by hearsay—yet, if my kind informers were not liars, this is, apparently, the secret r