Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
It was then that the first attack of angina pectoris occurred. A meek look of astonishment remained since then in his eyes. And during a number of days afterwards he would walk from room to room, swallowing his tears and gesturing in front of his face with one trembling tiny hand.
Presently, though, Fred began to forget. He grew fond of the cozi-ness he had never known before—of the bl