daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty - Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
2005, April 05
Excerpt Pnin, Vladimir Nabokov
An Excerpt from Pnin, Vladimir Nabokov, 1907-1977
…everything surged forward—truck one, Pnin, truck two. From where I stood I watched them recede in the frame of the roadway, between the Moorish house and the Lombardy poplar. Then the little sedan boldly swung past the front truck and, free at last, spurted up the shining road which one could make out narrowing to a thread of gold in the soft mist where hill after hill made beauty of distance, and where there was simply no saying what miracle might happen.
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