Vladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita
Vladimir Nabokov. TERRA INCOGNITA
"Serves you right," muttered Cook. "It's just too bad. The same will happen to you and me. Just too bad...."
In the course of the last few minutes—that is, ever since we had stopped to rest on the rocky islet—he seemed to have grown larger, had swelled, and there was now something mocking and dangerous about him. Gregson took off his sun helmet and, pulling out a dirty handkerchief, wiped his forehead, which was orange over the brows, and white above that. Then h