We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night — every night, every night — the moment I feigned sleep.
from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
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March 29, 2009
great movie. difficult book.
March 30, 2009
I’ve recently fell back in love with Nabokov. If you don’t want to jump into his longer work, chew on his amazing short story “Signs and Symbols”.
Read it here:
http://www.angelynngrant.com/nabokov.html
Or listen to it here:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/2008/06/09/080609on_audio_gaitskill
Thank me later.
March 31, 2009
it is creepy how much the book makes you sympathize with a crazy pedophile.