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already athrob

One drop of rare honey, however, that Thursday did hold in its acorn cup. Haze was to drive her to the camp in the early morning. 59 more words


thoroughly sampled

Next day they drove downtown to buy things needed for the camp: any wearable purchase worked wonders with Lo. She seemed her usual sarcastic self at dinner. 36 more words


nurse that tooth

“Are you sure,” I said at last, “that she will be happy there?” (lame, lamentably lame!)

“She’d better,” said Haze. “And it won’t be all play either. 71 more words


blissfully digesting

I had lunch in town—had not been so hungry for years. The house was still Lo-less when I strolled back. I spent the afternoon musing, scheming, blissfully digesting my experience of the morning.

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita


from 'Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited' by Nabokov

“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. 91 more words

'Petersburg' by Andrei Bely

Andrei Bely’s ‘Petersburg’ is a work of staggering genius; comparisons to ‘Ulysses’ are a little disingenuous-any superficial similarities the two may have-from the free-wheeling and inventive use of language to homage to cities, however whereas ‘Ulysses’ is grounded in pastiches of a variety of literary forms, an exploration of the mind of the every-man in Leopold Bloom. 1,197 more words

noticed nothing

There she stood and blinked, cheeks aflame, hair awry, her eyes passing over me as lightly as they did over the furniture, and as she listened or spoke (to her mother who was telling her to come to lunch with her at the Chatfields—neither Lo nor Hum knew yet what busybody Haze was plotting), she kept tapping the edge of the table with the slipper she held in her hand. 11 more words