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I’m sure that Dmitri Nabokov wouldn’t have allowed the publication to occur if the writing had been sub-par, the literary shadow of his father’s former self. We certainly don’t anticipate anything along the lines of, “It was a dark and stormy night. The beautiful, buxom, raven-tressed, ruby-lipped Laura pressed her pert nose against the leaded-glass window of the castle turret where her evil guardian had kept her imprisoned for nearly a year now. ‘I really hope that my knight in shining armor rides up on a big white steed and gets me out of here,’ she sighed.
