Vladimir Nabokov. El Leonardo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE LEONARDO
And after a while the sleuths were pursuing the baron. Who would have recognized in him the master crook? He was hunted passionately, frenziedly. Automobiles sped with bursts of thunder. In a nightclub they fought with bottles, chairs, tables. A mother was putting an enchanting child to bed.
When it was all over, and Romantovski, with a little stumble, followed her out into the cool darkness, Anna exclaimed, "Oh, that was wonderful!"
He cleared his throat and said after a pause, "Let's not exaggerate. In real life, it is all considerably duller."
"It's you who's dull," she retorted crossly, and presently chuckled softly as she recal