Three Girls/ Ernest Hemingway
It was dark inside and at the back of the room three girls were sitting with an old woman. Across from us, at another table, sat a sailor. He sat there neither eating nor drinking. Further back, a young man in a blue suit was writing at a table. His hair was […]
Shameful Vice / Vladimir Nabokov
I used to recollect, with anguished amusement, the times in my trustful pre-dolorian past when I would be misled by a jewel-bright window opposite wherein my lurking eye, my ever alert periscope of my shameful vice, would make out from afar a half-naked nymphet stilled in the act of combing her Alice-in-Wonderland hair. There […]
