Vladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita
Vladimir Nabokov. TERRA INCOGNITA
I raised myself up from my pillow and leaned my elbow on the resilient surface of the rock.... Yes, it was true that the hills were no longer visible; there was only the quivering vapor hanging over the marsh. Once again everything around me assumed an ambiguous transparency. I leaned back and said softly to Gregson, "You probably can't see, but something keeps trying to come through."
"What are you talking about?" asked Gregson.
I realized that what I was saying w