"she was handsome in a carved indian sort of way, with a burnt sierra complexion. her lips were like large crimson polyps...she was very tall, wore either slacks with sandals or bellowing skirts with ballet slippers, drank any strong liquor in any amount, had 2 miscarriages, wrote stories about animals, painted, as the reader knows, landscapes, was already nursing cancer at 33 and was hopelessly unattractive to me"
-Vladimir Nabokov
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