"Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words." Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight.
I could do Nabokov all day, but I'll just leave you that one.
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Date: 10/25/07 11:35 am (UTC)Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight.
I could do Nabokov all day, but I'll just leave you that one.