"but sometimes when the poet paced back and forth across his lawn, or sat down for a moment on the bench at the end of it, or paused under his favorite hickory tree, I could distinguish the expression of passionate interest, rapture and reverence, with which he followed the images wording themselves in his mind, and I knew that whatever my agnostic friend might say in denial at that moment Our Lord was with him."
Vladimir Nabokov from Pale Fire
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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I LOVE this quote!
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