Vladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita
Vladimir Nabokov. TERRA INCOGNITA
"A break," said Gregson abruptly, "let's take a break."
By a stroke of luck we managed to scramble onto an islet of rock, surrounded by the swamp vegetation. Gregson took off his knapsack and issued us some native patties, smelling of ipecacuanha, and a dozen acreana fruit. How thirsty I was, and how little help was the scanty, astringent juice of the acreana....
"Look, how odd," Gregson said to me, not in E