"Nabokov's family fled Russia. How could the young Nabokov, sitting innocently and elegantly in a red chair, leafing through a book and butterflies, imagine such displacement, such loss?"
"纳博科夫全家逃亡俄国, 年轻的纳博科夫怎么会天真文雅的坐在红沙发上, 翻着书和蝴蝶标本, 想像一下如此的逃亡,如此的丧失."