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always certain of unfailingly achieving today’s aim

You didn’t find anything remarkable about him, did you? And to be sure—that type has been done to death: throughout a drab youth supported his alcoholic father by giving lessons, and then slowly, obstinately, buoyantly achieved prosperity; for, in addition to the not very profitable hotel, he had f…

—p.504 The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov ULTIMA THULE (500) by Vladimir Nabokov
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“dental” and “transcendental”

[...] My angel, oh my angel, perhaps our whole earthly existence is now but a pun to you, or a grotesque rhyme, something like “dental” and “transcendental” (remember?), and the true meaning of reality, of that piercing term, purged of all our strange, dreamy, masquerade interpretations, now sounds…

—p.503 ULTIMA THULE (500) by Vladimir Nabokov
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but Silence, too, may be beautiful

“And your Parliament, Sir, how is it getting along?” she would suddenly burst out brightly from her end of the table, challenging my father, who, after a harassing day, was not exactly eager to discuss troubles of the State with a singularly unreal person who neither knew nor cared anything about t…

—p.490 MADEMOISELLE O (480) by Vladimir Nabokov
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houses have crumbled in my memory

I HAVE often noticed that after I had bestowed on the characters of my novels some treasured item of my past, it would pine away in the artificial world where I had so abruptly placed it. Although it lingered on in my mind, its personal warmth, its retrospective appeal had gone and, presently, it b…

—p.480 MADEMOISELLE O (480) by Vladimir Nabokov
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condemned to live on the outskirts of life

He passed his days in a quest for shade and a longing for coolness. There was something infernal in the glimpses of sea and beach, where bronzed demons basked on the torrid shingle. The sunny side of the narrow streets was so strictly forbidden to him that he would have had to solve intricate route…

—p.466 LIK (461) by Vladimir Nabokov