Vladimir Nabokov. Un jirón de vida
Vladimir Nabokov. A SLICE OF LIFE
He had come, actually, looking for my brother—who had just gone, but this did not really matter to him: his grief had to speak, and so he found a ready listener in this rather unattractive person whom he hardly knew. He laughed, but his eyes did not participate in his guffaws, as he talked of his wife's collecting things all over their flat, of her taking away by some oversight his f