Nabokov: Literary Hitchcock
Excerpt from King, Queen, Knave:
The other day as they were having ice chocolate there, Martha counted at least three foreigners among the crowd. One, judging by his newspaper, was a Dane. The other two were a less easily determinable pair: the girl was trying in vain to attract the attention of the café cat, a small black animal sitting on a chair and licking one hind paw rigidly raised like a shouldered club. Her companion, a suntanned fellow, smoked and smiled. What language were they speaking? Polish? Esthonian? Leaning near them against the wall was some kind of net: a bag of pale-bluish gauze on a ring fixed to a rod of light metal.
"Shrimp catchers," said Martha. "I want shrimps for dinner tonight." (She clicked her front teeth."
"No," said Franz. "That's not a fisherman's net. That's for catching mosquitoes."
"Butterflies," said Dreyer, lifting an index finger.
"Who wants to catch butterflies?" remarked Martha.
"Oh, it must be good sport," said Dreyer. "In fact, I think to have a passion for something is the greatest happiness on earth."
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