Vladimir Nabokov. Terra Incógnita
Vladimir Nabokov. TERRA INCOGNITA
"I swear to God we must turn back," said Cook in a sobbing voice. "I swear to God we'll perish in these swamps—I've got seven daughters and a dog at home. Let's turn back—we know the way...."
He wrung his hands, and the sweat rolled from his fat, red-browed lace. "Home, home," he kept repeating. "You've caught enough bugs. Let's go home!"
Gregson and I began to descend the stony slope. At first Cook remained standing above, a small white figure against the monstrously green background of forest; but suddenly he threw up his hands,