Vladimir Nabokov. Las hermanas Vane
Vladimir Nabokov. THE VANE SISTERS
I attended two or three other sittings which were even sillier but I must confess that I preferred the childish entertainment they afforded and the cider we drank (Podgy and Pudgy were teetotalers) to Cynthia's awful house parties.
She gave them at the Wheelers' nice flat next door—the sort of arrangement dear to her centrifugal nature, but then, of