My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys.
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate: Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass Hang all the furniture above the grass, And how delightful when a fall of snow Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so As to make chair and bed exactly stand Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the interplay between reality and perception, suggesting a deeper exploration of identity.
In this quote, Vladimir Nabokov plays with the concepts of presence and absence, indicating how one's identity can be shaped by the reflections and distortions of the world around us. The imagery of a 'shadow' and 'smudge' evokes a sense of ephemeral existence, while the vibrant imagery of the 'reflected sky' and 'crystal land' suggests a longing for beauty and connection to one's surroundings, highlighting the complexities of life and perception.
Themes
IdentityReflectionPerceptionArtBeautyLife
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the nature of reality and perception, this quote encapsulates the idea that our identities are often shaped by external reflections.
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I believe the poor fierce-eyed child had figured out that with a mere fifty dollars in her purse she might somehow reach Broadway or Hollywood - or the foul kitchen of a diner (Help Wanted) in a dismal ex-prairie state, with the wind blowing, and the stars blinking, and the cars, and the bars, and the barmen, and everything soiled, torn, dead.
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