Vladimir Nabokov. Mademoiselle O
Vladimir Nabokov. MADEMOISELLE O
If Mademoiselle found herself seated too far at the end of the table, and especially if she lost precedence to a certain poor relative who was almost as fat as she ("Je suis une sylphide a cote d'elle," Mademoiselle-would say with a shrug of contempt), then her sense of injury caused her lips to twitch in a would-be ironical smile—and- when a naive-neighbor would smile back, she would rapidly shake h