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(of a plant) pale and drawn out due to a lack of light; having lost vigour or substance; feeble

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situations and emotions that would remain exasperatingly vague to the reader had their expression been etiolated by means of platitudinous evasions

—p.4 by Vladimir Nabokov
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situations and emotions that would remain exasperatingly vague to the reader had their expression been etiolated by means of platitudinous evasions

—p.4 by Vladimir Nabokov
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atone for (guilt or sin)

5

As a work of art, it transcends its expiatory aspects

—p.5 by Vladimir Nabokov
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As a work of art, it transcends its expiatory aspects

—p.5 by Vladimir Nabokov
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fey (en)

(adjective) fated to die; doomed / (adjective) marked by a foreboding of death or calamity / (adjective) able to see into the future; visionary / (adjective) marked by an otherworldly air or attitude / (adjective) crazy touched / (adjective) excessively refined; precious / (adjective) quaintly unconventional; campy

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certain mysterious characteristics, the fey grace, the elusive, shifty, soul-shattering, insidious charm that separates the nymphet from such coevals of hers

—p.17 by Vladimir Nabokov
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certain mysterious characteristics, the fey grace, the elusive, shifty, soul-shattering, insidious charm that separates the nymphet from such coevals of hers

—p.17 by Vladimir Nabokov
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calm, dependable, and showing little emotion or animation

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And every now and then she would volley a burst of Slavic at her stolid lover

why is this so funny

—p.28 by Vladimir Nabokov
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And every now and then she would volley a burst of Slavic at her stolid lover

why is this so funny

—p.28 by Vladimir Nabokov
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(noun) a singing voice having a range between tenor and mezzo-soprano / (noun) a person having this voice / (noun) the part sung by a contralto

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there came from the upper landing the contralto voice of Mrs. Haze

—p.37 by Vladimir Nabokov
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there came from the upper landing the contralto voice of Mrs. Haze

—p.37 by Vladimir Nabokov
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(adjective) of or relating to the west wind; mild

42

Sunday. Heat ripple still with us; a most favonian week.

huh

—p.42 by Vladimir Nabokov
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Sunday. Heat ripple still with us; a most favonian week.

huh

—p.42 by Vladimir Nabokov
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(noun) a medieval short lyrical poem in a strict poetic form / (noun) a complex polyphonic unaccompanied vocal piece on a secular text developed especially in the 16th and 17th centuries / (noun) part-song / (noun) glee

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I composed a madrigal to the soot-black lashes of her pale-gray vacant eyes

—p.44 by Vladimir Nabokov
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I composed a madrigal to the soot-black lashes of her pale-gray vacant eyes

—p.44 by Vladimir Nabokov
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(adjective) coolly and patronizingly haughty

140

a lovely, lonely, supercilious grove (oaks, I thought; American trees at that stage were beyond me)

—p.140 by Vladimir Nabokov
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a lovely, lonely, supercilious grove (oaks, I thought; American trees at that stage were beyond me)

—p.140 by Vladimir Nabokov
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(noun) strong desire / (noun) sexual desire

159

some special languorous glow which threw garage fellows, hotel pages, vacationists, goons in luxurious cars, maroon morons near blued pools, into fits of concupiscence which might have tickled my pride, had it not incensed my jealousy

—p.159 by Vladimir Nabokov
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some special languorous glow which threw garage fellows, hotel pages, vacationists, goons in luxurious cars, maroon morons near blued pools, into fits of concupiscence which might have tickled my pride, had it not incensed my jealousy

—p.159 by Vladimir Nabokov
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