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And all the time, and all the time, my love, 950 You too are there, beneath the word, above The syllable, to underscore and stress The vital rhythm. One heard a woman’s dress Rustle in days of yore. I’ve often caught The sound and sense of your approaching thought. And all in you is youth, and you make new, By quoting them, old things I made for yo
... See moreVladimir Nabokov • Pale Fire (Vintage International)
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone
Edgar Allan Poe
A poet’s purified truth can cause no pain, no offense. True art is above false honor.”
Vladimir Nabokov • Pale Fire (Vintage International)
Gary Shteyngart’s The Russian Debutante’s Handbook
D. T. Max • Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story: A Life of David Foster Wallace
There have been hundreds of jacket designs for Nabokov’s novel over the years, in fact so many that an entire book has been dedicated to them: Lolita – The Story of a Cover Girl. As the book’s Introduction says, ‘If there ever were a book whose covers have so reliably gotten it wrong, it is Lolita.’ Lolita herself has continually been misinterprete
... See moreLouise Willder • Blurb Your Enthusiasm: A Cracking Compendium of Book Blurbs, Writing Tips, Literary Folklore and Publishing Secrets
the day he had first told her he did not love her. That happened during a hopeless trip to Italy, in a lakeside hotel garden—roses, black araucarias, rusty, greenish hydrangeas—one cloudless evening with the mountains of the far shore swimming in a sunset haze and the lake all peach syrup regularly rippled with pale blue, and the captions of a news
... See moreVladimir Nabokov • Pale Fire (Vintage International)
He had said the very thing that her soul desired but that her reason feared.
Leo Tolstoy • Anna Karenina (Penguin Classics)
Ingvild não me viu logo ao entrar no Opera. Andou com passos um pouco hesitantes enquanto olhava ao redor, vestida com uma blusa branca com listras azuis, uma jaqueta bege e uma calça jeans azul. Os cabelos estavam mais compridos do que na última vez em que eu a tinha visto. Meu coração batia tão forte que eu quase não conseguia respirar.