Vladimir Nabokov quote: ... she had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.

... she had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.

~ Vladimir Nabokov ~

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