Vladimir Nabokov. Signos y símbolos
Vladimir Nabokov. SIGNS AND SYMBOLS
The telephone rang. It was an unusual hour for their telephone to ring. His left slipper had come off and he groped for it with his heel and toe as he stood in the middle of the room, and childishly, toothlessly, gaped at his wife. Having more English than he did, it was she who attended to calls.
"Can I speak to Charlie," said a girl's dull little voice.
"What number you want? No. That is not the