Vladimir Nabokov. Solus Rex
Vladimir Nabokov. SOLUS REX
"Yes," said K, "I understand. You are an artist, a sculptor, you wor- ship form...."
The prince reined in his horse and guffawed.
"Oh, well, it isn't exactly a matter of sculpture—a moins que tu ne confondes la galanterie avec la Galatee—which, however, is pardonable at your age. No, no—it's all much less complicated. Only don't be so bashful with me, I won't b