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"I am somewhat disappointed that I cannot make out her features. All I manage to glimpse is an effect of melting light on one side of her misty hair, and in this, I suspect, I am insidiously influenced by the standard artistry of modern photography and I feel how much easier writing must have been in former days when one's imagination was not hemmed in by innumerable visual aids, and a frontiersman looking at his first giant cactus or his first high snows was not necessarily reminded of a tire company's pictorial advertisement." Nabokov - Lance.

"They are like those 'assorted' cookies that differ from one another only in shape and shade, whereby their shrewd makers ensnare the salivating consumer in a mad Pavlovian world where, at no extra cost, variations in simple visual values influence and gradually replace flavor, which thus goes the way of talent and truth." Nabokov - Lance

June 20, 70

He is 42 but looks 22, married, four children though they only wanted 3, they could not find a doctor to perform an abortion. He decided to be sterilized. "Four children is enough." He lives in his parents' house. His vice is the bodies. A difficult hobby to carry on while living in a Hindu household. "Every time I come home, my father asks me where I've been. They want to know how

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every minute of my time is spent. You are always treated like a child. Even though I have a son 22 years old. They never let you alone. Where have you been, what did you do, why are you so late, etc?" Most of his women "friends" are married and from the neighborhood. "Indians don't know how to make love, five minutes and it's over, they don't know how to make it last for hours, they have no technique." He sometimes entices an interested woman with pornographic pictures. "Let us enjoy ourselves also." No I can't, my husband. "Well be careful. He'll never know." "But the neighbors." "No one will see us." But..." into bed. He was once discovered, a nosy friend told his wife. There was hell to pay his wife threatened to tell his parents, the worst thing that could happen. She would not speak to him for days. He promised never to do it again - but his wife was discovered with another man. He'd told her to get out of the house. "It is all right for me but not for them." You can fool around in a large city like Delhi, but not in a small city or village. Indians do not approve of such things, they would abuse you and kick you out. It would disgrace your family."

Delhi - June 20, 70

She sits in a comfortably upholstered chair in the luxurious living room. A fresh scotch on the end table. Straight from House Beautiful. the four large power-eating air-conditioners hum in different parts of the sprawling apartment. The cook and bearer pass noiselessly, well