Vladimir Nabokov. Las hermanas Vane
Vladimir Nabokov. THE VANE SISTERS
7
I was appealing to flesh, and the corruption of flesh, to refute and defeat the possible persistence of discarnate life. Alas, these conjurations only enhanced my fear of Cynthia's phantom. Atavistic peace came with dawn, and when I slipped into sleep the sun through the tawny window shades penetrated a dream that somehow was full of Cynthia.
This was disappointing. Secure in the fortress of daylight, I said to myself that I had ex