and finally there was the sleepless nightwhen i decided to explore and fightthe foul, the inadmissible abyss, devoting all my twisted life to thisone task. today i'm sixty-one. waxwingsare berry-pecking. a cicada sings.
Vladimir NabokovAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: April 22, 1899
- Died: July 2, 1977
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