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“As soon as the pegs were driven in and the game started, the man was transfigured. From his habitual, slow, ponderous, rather rigid self, he changed into a terrifically mobile, scampering, mute, sly-visaged hunchback.”

Quote by Vladimir Nabokov

Book:Pnin

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Pnin

Vladimir Nabokov's 'Pnin' is a satirical novel that follows the life of Professor Pnin, a Russian immigrant who teaches at an American college. The story is characterized by its wit and absurdity, offering a humorous look at the challenges faced by Pnin in his new environment. more

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Vladimir Nabokov
Vladimir Nabokov

Russian-born American novelist, best known for his novel 'Lolita'. Nabokov is renowned for his unique literary style and profound use of language and symbolism. more

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