Vladimir Nabokov. Mademoiselle O
Vladimir Nabokov. MADEMOISELLE O
Mademoiselle never found out how potent had been the even flow of her voice. The subsequent claims she put forward were quite different. "Ah," she sighed, "comme on s'aimait!" ("didn't we love each other!") "Those good old days in the chateau! The dead wax doll we once buried under the oak!" (No—a wool-stuffed golliwogg.) "And that time you and Serge ran