Billets pour la catégorie Nabokov, Vladimir :
samedi 12 décembre 2009
Par VS,
samedi 12 décembre 2009 à 15:24 :: Nabokov, Vladimir
'If metal is immortal, then somewhere
there lies the burnished button that I lost
upon my seventh birthday in a garden.
Find me that button and my soul will know
that every soul is saved ant stored and treasured.'
Vladimir Nabokov, "The Forgotten Poet" in Nabokov's Dozen, p.36
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Par VS,
samedi 12 décembre 2009 à 12:32 :: Nabokov, Vladimir
The old man was never seen again. The quiet foreigners who had rented a certain quiet house for one quiet month had been innocent Dutchmen or Danes. It was but an optical trick. There is no green door, but only a grey one, which no human strenght can burst open. I have vainly searched through admirable encyclopedias: there is no philosopher called Pierre Labime.
Vladimir Nabokov, "The Assistant Producer" in Nabokov's Dozen
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