Sunday, August 20, 2017

Up the Spout

The winter seemed colder
than winters used to be;

Margot looked about her
for something to pawn:
that sunset, perhaps.
-- Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark (1933)

It is not often than pawning  evokes such wistful mysticism.

Yet here (for readers who found the passage above  quite understandable and natural) is a story that fully develops  the idea  of a  magic  pawnshop:

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