The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expecta — Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expecta — Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expecta — Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expecta — Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expecta — Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

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