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gulp down the juice of three oranges

I am so constituted that I absolutely must gulp down the juice of three oranges before confronting the rigours of day. So at seven-thirty I took a quick shower, and five minutes later was out of the house in the company of the long-eared and dejected Sobakevich.

—p.190 Pnin by Vladimir Nabokov
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I am sure he could adapt himself

Hagen, playing his last card, suggested Pnin could teach a French Language course: like many Russians, our friend had had a French governess as a child, and after the Revolution he lived in Paris for more than fifteen years.

'You mean,' asked Blorenge sternly, 'he can speak French?'

Hagen, …

—p.142 by Vladimir Nabokov
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took up the colossus by both ends

Before leaving the library, he decided to look up the correct pronunciation of 'interested', and discovered that Webster, or at least the battered 1930 edition lying on a table in the Browsing Room, did not place the stress accent on the third syllable, as he did. He sought a list of errata at the …

—p.78 by Vladimir Nabokov
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On Fir Trees, Glass Houses, and Optimism

He also perused the current item in a tremendously long and tedious controversy between three emigre factions. It had started by Faction A's accusing Faction B of inertia and illustrating it by the proverb. 'He wishes to climb the fir tree but is afraid to scrape his shins.' This had provoked an ac…

—p.76 by Vladimir Nabokov
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perfectly charming in her black silk jumper

[...] Liza Bogolepov, a medical student just turned twenty, and perfectly charming in her black silk jumper and tailor-made skirt, was already working at the Meudon sanatorium directed by that remarkable and formidable old lady, Dr Rosetta Stone, one of the most destructive psychiatrists of the day…

—p.44 by Vladimir Nabokov