Apr 27 2009
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Pnin - Vladimir Nabokov
“They exchanged a few words, she smiled at him in the remembered fashion, from under her dark brows, with that bashful slyness of hers; and the contour of her prominent cheekbones, and the elongated eyes, and the slenderness of arm and ankle were unchanged, were immortal, and then she joined her husband who was getting his overcoat at the cloakroom, and that was all—-but the pang of tenderness remained, akin to the vibrating outline of verses you know you know but cannot recall.”
p. 134
