“Come and be worshiped, come and be caressed, 270Â Â My dark Vanessa, crimson-barred, my blest
My Admirable butterfly! Explain
How could you, in the gloam of Lilac Lane,
Have let uncouth, hysterical John Shade
Blubber your face, and ear, and shoulder blade?”
―
Vladimir Nabokov,
Pale Fire
