A window was open, and the crickets were stridulating at an ominous speed in the black motionless foliage. - Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor.
lets make a racket, jacket
A window was open, and the crickets were stridulating at an ominous speed in the black motionless foliage.
- Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor.
lets make a racket, jacket