Further Proof that Nabokov was a Sexy Mofo
Though I doubt he'd appreciate being called that. ahhhh.... bless.
Look at the Butterfly!
How can you NOT adore a literary genius who also loves butterflies and chess? Tell me now!
Yup... I have a crazy genius fetish... ahhhh... brainy, eccentric men....
Anna gets to meet with her advisor in his old classroom at Cornell. I'm going to beat that, I swear. I'll get Charlotte to tell me how to find his butterflies at Harvard.