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The lady on the bus…

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is from Vladimir Nabokov‘s novel Despair (1965 version), a sort of ‘murder mystery’: He fed in a businesslike and very disgusting manner. His method of dealing with poached eggs was to give the yolk … Continue reading

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