Come and be worshipped, come and be caressed, / 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?
Nabokov, Pale Fire
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