“The weather this morning was so-so: dullish, but warm, a boiled milk sky, with skin – but if you pushed it aside with a teaspoon, the sun was really nice, so I wore my white trousers.”
Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to Véra, dated 10 June 1926
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