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Brownlow, the professor and the tart…

But first… Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s quotation is from Vladimir Nabokov’s 1928 novel King, Queen, Knave, which I am currently re-reading: Once again in her drawing room that fool of a painter, a languid rascal with dirty fingernails, glued his lips … Continue reading

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