By the time Samuel Sewall made his way home to Boston from Cambridge, across the frozen Charles River on January 13, 1696, it was well after dark. He found his wife anxiously awaiting him just inside the front door. Their fifteen-year-old daughter Betty had seemed out of sorts all day; …
by Vladimir Nabokov, edited and translated from the Russian by Olga Voronina and Brian Boyd
Nabokov in America: On the Road to Lolita
by Robert Roper
He could not write a word without hearing it in her pronunciation. He could not wait for her to read his pages. She understood his every comma. “All the happiness of the world, the riches, power and adventures, all the promises of religions, all the enchantment of nature and even human fame” could not equal, Nabokov swore in 1925, two of Véra’s letters.