Vladimir Nabokov. Perfección : Клуб изучающих испанский языкVladimir Nabokov. Perfección
Vladimir Nabokov. PERFECTION
in 1970 (how they resemble tele-; phone numbers, those distant years!), he will happen to see again that picture now hanging above his bed—Bonzo devouring a tennis ball— what a jolt he will feel, what light, what amazement at his own existence. Ivanov was not entirely wrong, David's eyes, indeed, were not devoid of a certain dreaminess; but it was the dreaminess of concealed mischief.
Enters David's mother. She has yellow hair and a high-strung tem-i perament. The day before she was studying Spanish; today she subsists on orange juice. "I would like to speak to you. Stay seated, please. Go away, David. The lesson is over? David, go. This is what I want to say. His vacation is co