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Vladimir Nabokov. ULTIMA THULE
onsolation of my art; the second consisted of taking the plunge and believing that a person like Falter, rather average when you come down to it, despite a shrewd mind's parlor games, and even a little vulgar, had actually and conclusively learned that at which no seer, no sorcerer had ever arrived.
My art? You remember him, don't you, that strange Swede or Dane—or Icelander, for all I know—anyway, that lanky, orange-tanned blond fellow with the eyelashes of an old horse, who introduced him self to me as "a well-known writer," and, for a price that gladdened you (you were already confined to your bed and unable to speak, bin would write me funny trifles with colored chalk on sl