Vladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita
Vladimir Nabokov. TERRA INCOGNITA
ied ourselves in the thick bush, chasing fasci nating insects. I think we tried to catch up with the fugitives—I do not recall clearly, but, in any case, we failed. We had to decide whether to return to Zonraki or continue our projected itinerary, across as yet un known country, toward the Gurano Hills. The unknown won out. We moved on. I was already shivering all over and deafened by quinine, but still went on collecting nameless plants, while Gregson, though fully realizing the danger of our situation, continued catching butterflies and diptera as avidly as ever.
We had scarcely walked half a mile when suddenly Cook overtook us. His shirt was torn—apparently by himself, deliberately—an