Vladimir Nabokov. Ultima Thule
Vladimir Nabokov. ULTIMA THULE
"In that case," said Falter, shaking again in soundless mirth, "I un-derstand you even less. Skip the preface, and it's in the bag!" "Un bon mouvernent, Falter—tell me your secret." "What are you trying to do, catch me off guard? You're crafty, I see. No, that is out of the question. In the first days—yes, in the first days I thought it might be possible to share my secret. A grown man, unless he is a bull like me, would not stand it—all right; but I wondered if one could not bring up a new generation of the initiated, that is, turn my attention to children. As you see, I did n