“I kiss you, my dear sweetheart— and please do not imagine that I am running after Creole girls here. Here they’re more the Miss Perkins type, and the younger women have fiery husbands; I barely see any girl studets. They eat heartily here.”
Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Vera, explaining why she should trust that he wasn’t cheating on her as he lectured at Southern women’s universities
Autumn 1923, as reprinted in The New Yorker
