“I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost.”
Quote by Vladimir Nabokov
Book:Nabokov's congeries
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Nabokov's congeries
Nabokov's Congeries is a compilation of various works by the renowned author, including his distinctive blend of narrative experimentation and richly detailed prose. The collection reflects Nabokov's exploration of complex themes and his unique approach to storytelling. more
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