Vladimir Nabokov

📔 Pale Fire

1962

The young woodwose had now closed his eyes and was stretched out supine on the pool's marble margin; his Tarzan brief had been cast aside on the turf.

📔 Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

1969

On a sunny September morning, with the trees still green, but the asters and fleabanes already taking over in ditch and dalk, Van set out for Ladoga, N.A.

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Pale Fire Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle