Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
"For the digestion—just drops," he murmured. A shadow rippled across his face.
"Lying as usual," said Nora. "You've got an excellent stomach." The conjuror laughed softly. Then he cleared his throat in a businesslike way, and drained his glass in one gulp.
"Get on with your food," said Nora. "It will be cold." With grim pleasure she thought, Ah, if you only knew. You'll never find out. That's my power!
The conjuror ate in silence. Suddenly he made a grimace, pushed his plate away, and started to