Vladimir Nabokov - A Literary Dinner lyrics

Come here, said my hostess, her face making room for one of those pink introductory smiles that link, like a valley of fruit trees in bloom, the slopes of two names. I want you, she murmured, to eat Dr. James. I was hungry. The Doctor looked good. He had read the great book of the week and had liked it, he said, because it was powerful. So I was brought a generous helping. His mauve-bosomed wife kept showing me, very politely, I thought, the tenderest bits with the point of her knife. I ate -- and in Egypt the sunsets were remarkably well; Had I met a Prince Poprinsky, whom he had known in Caparabella, or was it Mentone? They had travelled extensively, he and his wife; her hobby was People, his hobby was Life. All was good and well cooked, but the tastiest part was his nut-flavored, crisp cerebellum. The heart resembled a shiny brown date, and I stowed all the studs on the edge of my plate.