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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Tonight's quote

"From my place at the table I would suddenly see through one of the west windows a marvelous case of levitation. There, for an instant, the figure of my father in his wind-rippled white summer suit would be displayed, gloriously sprawling in midair, his limbs in a curiously casual attitude, his handsome, imperturbable features turned to the sky. Thrice, to the mighty heave-ho of his invisible tossers, he would fly up in this fashion, and the second time he would go higher than the first and then there he would be, on his last and loftiest flight, reclining, as if for good, against the cobalt blue of a summer noon . . . ."
- Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

It made me so happy just to read this. I wanted to get up off the couch, get Moby-Dick, and send you my favorite passage (it's from the chapter called the Grand Armada). But apparently I'm too lazy. I'm still sitting here. It'll have to be later, the Melville.

February 14, 2006 7:11 PM  

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