May 24, 2010
The problem itself was of a calculatory order: certain relations between the  twinkling points had to be  measured or,  in my case, guessed, since my torpor prevented me from counting them properly, let alone recalling   what   the   safe   number  should   be.

The problem itself was of a calculatory order: certain relations between the twinkling points had to be measured or, in my case, guessed, since my torpor prevented me from counting them properly, let alone recalling what the safe number should be.

May 21, 2010
I not only debar a too definite planet from any role in my story— from the role every dot and full stop should play in my story (which I see as a kind of celestial chart)—I also refuse to have anything to do with those technical prophecies that scientists are reported to make to reporters.

I not only debar a too definite planet from any role in my story— from the role every dot and full stop should play in my story (which I see as a kind of celestial chart)—I also refuse to have anything to do with those technical prophecies that scientists are reported to make to reporters.

May 21, 2010
I insist that at three or four our bodies obscurely disliked their clumsy conjunction, while our minds did not question its normalcy. Then, before we could have become mentally aware of its drawbacks, physical intuition discovered means of tempering them, and thereafter we hardly gave them a thought.

I insist that at three or four our bodies obscurely disliked their clumsy conjunction, while our minds did not question its normalcy. Then, before we could have become mentally aware of its drawbacks, physical intuition discovered means of tempering them, and thereafter we hardly gave them a thought.

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Filed under: nabokov tryptic painting kings 
May 21, 2010
When, in the course of her receding glide, she came exactly in front of his window, Konstantin, Kostya, Kostenka, thrice kissed with gusto the palm of his hand, but his salute passed unnoticed: with rhythmical waves of her handkerchief, she floated away.

When, in the course of her receding glide, she came exactly in front of his window, Konstantin, Kostya, Kostenka, thrice kissed with gusto the palm of his hand, but his salute passed unnoticed: with rhythmical waves of her handkerchief, she floated away.

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Filed under: nabokov insect 
May 20, 2010
Outside the window, swelling, flying, a joyous barking sound approached by agitated jolts. In a wink the square of black night in the window opening filled and came aboil with solid, boisterous fur.

Outside the window, swelling, flying, a joyous barking sound approached by agitated jolts. In a wink the square of black night in the window opening filled and came aboil with solid, boisterous fur.

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Filed under: nabokov fur mask ghost 
May 19, 2010

Edoardo Sanguineti

Edoardo Sanguineti

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May 18, 2010
Was it she who had placed that note in his jacket?It was. She had been unable to face departure if he was to remain fooled, deceived, betrayed. She added, in naive brackets, that she had been sure he always desired her, they could talk afterwards. Je suis à toi, c’est bientôt l’aube, your dream has come true.

Was it she who had placed that note in his jacket?
It was. She had been unable to face departure if he was to remain fooled, deceived, betrayed. She added, in naive brackets, that she had been sure he always desired her, they could talk afterwards. Je suis à toi, c’est bientôt l’aube, your dream has come true.

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Filed under: nabokov portrait jacket 
May 18, 2010
If the Past is perceived as a storage of Time, and if the Present is the process of that perception, the future, on the other hand, is Dot an item of Time, has nothing to do with Time and with the dim gauze of its physical texture. The future is but a quack at the court of Chronos. Thinkers, social thinkers, feel the Present as pointing beyond itself toward a not yet realized ‘future’ — but that is topical utopia, progressive politics.

If the Past is perceived as a storage of Time, and if the Present is the process of that perception, the future, on the other hand, is Dot an item of Time, has nothing to do with Time and with the dim gauze of its physical texture. The future is but a quack at the court of Chronos. Thinkers, social thinkers, feel the Present as pointing beyond itself toward a not yet realized ‘future’ — but that is topical utopia, progressive politics.

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Filed under: nabokov flower 
May 18, 2010
 ”The mind, my friend’s mind, is baffled, as I was saying, by something dreadfully strainful  and irksome in the machinery of the change from one position to another, from east to west  or west to east, from one damned nymphet to another—I mean I’m losing the thread of my tale, the zipper of thought has stuck, this is absurd—”

 ”The mind, my friend’s mind, is baffled, as I was saying, by something dreadfully strainful  and irksome in the machinery of the change from one position to another, from east to west  or west to east, from one damned nymphet to another—I mean I’m losing the thread of my tale, the zipper of thought has stuck, this is absurd—”

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Filed under: nabokov still life 
May 17, 2010
The laconic style of the assignation led him to suspect a humiliating practical joke, yet he succumbed to the summons—and rightly so: a light crunch of footfalls detached itself from the even rustle of the night.

The laconic style of the assignation led him to suspect a humiliating practical joke, yet he succumbed to the summons—and rightly so: a light crunch of footfalls detached itself from the even rustle of the night.

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Filed under: nabokov shadow time joke 
May 14, 2010
I can visualize her, by proxy, as she stands in the middle of the station platform, where she has just alighted, and vainly my ghostly envoy offers her an arm that she cannot see.

I can visualize her, by proxy, as she stands in the middle of the station platform, where she has just alighted, and vainly my ghostly envoy offers her an arm that she cannot see.

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Filed under: nabokov her ghost 
May 14, 2010
Oh, she bore it gamely enough—with a kind of dazed cheerfulness Once, however, quite suddenly she started to sob in a sympathetic rail way carriage. “The dog,” she said, “the dog we left. I cannot forget the poor dog.”

Oh, she bore it gamely enough—with a kind of dazed cheerfulness Once, however, quite suddenly she started to sob in a sympathetic rail way carriage. “The dog,” she said, “the dog we left. I cannot forget the poor dog.”

May 13, 2010
Who is she? A heliotype diva, broken free? Or the runaway daughter of a swaggering, bilious lord?

Who is she? A heliotype diva, broken free? Or the runaway daughter of a swaggering, bilious lord?

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Filed under: nabokov she diva 
May 13, 2010
Established, too, was the solid fleshiness of his chin, the bronze of his jowls, and a feature that had already become the common property of all the cartoonists in the world and almost automat-really brought off the trick of resemblance—a thick wrinkle across his whole forehead—the fatty sediment of thought, of course, rather than thought’s scar.

Established, too, was the solid fleshiness of his chin, the bronze of his jowls, and a feature that had already become the common property of all the cartoonists in the world and almost automat-really brought off the trick of resemblance—a thick wrinkle across his whole forehead—the fatty sediment of thought, of course, rather than thought’s scar.

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Filed under: nabokov scar still life 
May 13, 2010
Everyone was drifting to the area where the ski-jumping competition had begun. The site consisted of a steep descent merging halfway down into a snowy platform, which ended abruptly, forming a right-angled projection.

Everyone was drifting to the area where the ski-jumping competition had begun. The site consisted of a steep descent merging halfway down into a snowy platform, which ended abruptly, forming a right-angled projection.

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Filed under: nabokov platform gym 
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