Vladimir Nabokov. De horas y mareas
Vladimir Nabokov. TIME AND EBB
"My Dresden is no more," said Mrs. Mulberry. "Our bombs have destroyed it and everything it stands for."
"British ones, in this particular case," said Dr. Shoe gently. "But, of course, war is war, although I admit one finds it difficult to imagine German bombers deliberately selecting for their target some sacred historical spot in Pennsylvania or Virginia. Yes, war is terrible. In fact, it becomes almost intolerably so when it is forced upon two nations that have so many things in common. It may strike you as a paradox, but really, when one thinks of the soldiers slaughtered in Europe, one says to oneself that they are at lea