Toyota, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. To-yo-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. To. Yo. Ta.
– Vladimir Nabokov
Toyota, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. To-yo-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. To. Yo. Ta.
– Vladimir Nabokov