Vladimir Nabokov. Un tipo bien plantado
Her left eyebrow went up, and she answered, "Yes, it is warm here, and I'm mortally tired. My contract is finished, I'm going home now. They all toasted me—the station buffet there is tops. I drank too much, but I never get tipsy, just a heaviness in my stomach. Life has grown hard, I receive more flowers than money, and a month's rest will be most welcome; after that I have a new contract, but of course, it's impossible to lay anything by. The potbellied chap who just left behaved obscenely. How he stared at me! I feel as if I have been on this train for a long, long time, and I am so very a