Vladimir Nabokov. Ultima Thule
Vladimir Nabokov. ULTIMA THULE
I concealed my employer's disappearance from you, but did not go on with the drawings; then again, you were already so ill that I did not feel like thinking about my golden pen and traceries in India ink. But when you died, when the early mornings and late evenings became especially unbearable, then, with a pitiful, feverish eagerness, the awareness of which would b