Vladimir Nabokov. La visita al museo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE VISIT TO THE MUSEUM
Fearing his eloquence, I hastily concurred, but nevertheless asked lor the name of the museum's director. He tried to distract me with the story of the sarcophagus, but I insisted. Finally he gave me the name of one M. Godard and explained where I could find him.
Frankly, I enjoyed the thought that the portrait existed. It is fun to be present at the coming true of a dream, even if it is not one's own. I decided to settle the matter without delay. When I get in the spirit, no one can hold me back. I left the museum with a brisk, resonant step, and found that the rain had stopped, lueness had spread across the sky,