'My memory of the London of my youth is the memory of endless vague wanderings, of a sun-dazzled window suddenly piercing the blue morning mist or of beautiful black wires with suspended raindrops running along them. I seem to pass with intangible steps across ghostly lawns and through dancing halls full of the whine of Hawaiian music and down dear drab little streets with pretty names, until I come to a certain warm hollow where something very like the selfest of my own self sits huddled up in the darkness.'
- Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight
- Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight
4 comments:
I haven't read anything by Nabokov except for Lolita but this is extraordinary really. The idea that there are places where you feel more like yourself than others where you feel diluted, altered or altogether a different person is something one rarely notices consciously. The selfest of my own self. Wow! I shall remember that. Thank you, for sharing this. :)
After so so long have I come across something like this blog. I already loved it. :)
Thank you..don't know for what.
Love.
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Tangled up in blue, I'm glad you found the quote so pertinent!
I do, I do, thank you so much, that's super-nice of you! :D I'm glad you enjoyed reading my rambling writing.
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