My west-door neighbor, who might have been a businessman or a college teacher, or both, would speak to me once in a while as he barbered some late garden blooms or watered his car, or, at a later date, defrosted his driveway (I don't mind if these verbs are all wrong)...
p. 189, Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov, Aug/Sept. 2010
Taipei Taxi
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