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Vladimir Nabokov. TORPID SMOKE
oth-bound exercise book, and next to it, on the ink-mottled blotter, lay a razor blade, its aper tures encircled with rust. The light also fell on a safety pin. He unbent it, and following his tongue's rather fussy directions, removed the mote of meat, swallowed it—better than any dainties; after which the contented organ calmed down.
Suddenly a mermaid's hand was applied from the outside to the ripply glass of the door; then the leaves parted spasmodically and his sister thrust in her shaggy head.
"Grisha dear," she said, "be an angel, do get some cigarettes from Father."
He did not respond, and the bright slits of her furry eyes narrowed (she saw very poorly