Vladimir Nabokov. Labios contra labios
Vladimir Nabokov. LIPS TO LIPS
"But, look, I've no pull with that crowd. They publish always the same people."
"Nonsense. I have a little plan. Let me think it over."
"I'd be happy...." murmured Tal dreamily.
A few days later in I. B. TaJ's room at the office. The unfolding of the little plan.
"Send your thing" (Euphratski narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice) "to Avion."
"Arion> What's that?" said I.B., nervously patting his manuscript "Nothing very frightening. It's the name of the best emigre revi