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@xy, member from Sept. 25, 2023Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977) Russian-American novelist, lepidopterist, professor
Source: Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
Vladimir Nabokov book Lolita
Source: I'm thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art, And this is the only immortality that you and I may share, my Lolita.
“I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.”
Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977) Russian-American novelist, lepidopterist, professor
“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977) Russian-American novelist, lepidopterist, professor
“Let all of life be an unfettered howl.”
Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977) Russian-American novelist, lepidopterist, professor
“And the rest is rust and stardust.”
Vladimir Nabokov book Lolita
Variant: I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust
Source: Lolita
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.”
Vladimir Nabokov book Lolita
Opening lines.
Source: Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
John Henry Newman (1801–1890) English cleric and cardinal
Persecution http://www.newmanreader.org/works/verses/verse25.html, st. 3 (1832).
“Flagrant evils cure themselves by being flagrant.”
John Henry Newman (1801–1890) English cleric and cardinal
Essays Volume II, Essay XIV: "Private Judgment" http://www.newmanreader.org/works/essays/volume2/private.html British Critic (July 1841).