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 […]
A Hard Life on Women / William Faulkner
It’s a hard life on women, for a fact. Some women. I mind my mommy lived to be seventy and more. Worked every day, rain or shine; never a sick day since her last chap was born until one day she kind of looked around her and then she went and taken that […]
