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“I confess I do not believe in time,” writes Nabokov at the end of the ecstatic butterfly chapter in Speak, Memory. “I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another.”
The Annotated Lolita
Vladimir Nabokov
EMBRACE THE MUNDANE
The Truths We Hold
Kamala Harris
My commentary to this poem, now in the hands of my readers, represents an attempt to sort out those echoes and wavelets of fire, and pale phosphorescent hints, and all the many subliminal debts to me.
Pale Fire
Vladimir Nabokov
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