Vladimir Nabokov. Un tipo bien plantado
Katya is the very type of a good wife. Lacks any sort of passion, cooks beautifully, washes her arms as far as the shoulders every morning, and is not overbright: therefore, not jealous. Given the sterling breadth of her pelvis one is surprised that for the second time now she has produced a stillborn babikins. Laborious years. Uphill all the way.
Absolut Marasmus in business. Sweating twenty times before persuading one customer. Then squeezing out the commission drop by