Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
The waiter brought him a piece of kidney pie and a bottle of ginger beer. He also switched on more light. Here and there, above the dusty plush, crystal flowers glowed forth, and the dwarf saw from afar a golden gleam bring out the conjuror's chestnut forelock, and the light and shade shuttle over his tender transparent fingers. His interlocutor rose, clawing