Vladimir Nabokov. Lik
Vladimir Nabokov. LIK
"I have a performance tonight," Lik objected, "and I'm leaving tomorrow!"
"That's just the point, my friend, that's just the point. Seize the opportunity! Take advantage of it! There will never be another chance. The card is trumped! Come on. Get going."
Repeating disconnected words and imitating with all his unattractive being the senseless joy of a man who has reached the borderline, and perhaps even gone beyond it (a poor imitation, Lik thought vaguely), Koldunov walked brisk