Vladimir Nabokov is officially insane in my mind. He is so full of himself. I either refused to believe that earlier in the semester or never truly understood this until now. I bet his house was filled with mirrors so he could simply stare at himself and name the many faces he saw (even though it was always him). The index in Pale Fire is quite humorous, considering the fact that he is talking about himself in much of it! I laughed a lot during class today because sometimes I feel as if I am in a state of utter confusion. I am having a very difficult time wrapping my mind around Vladimir Nabokov's works but I am determined to crack some sort of a code soon!
What is his obsession with children....not just girls (or shall I say Nymphets) but children in general!? That is just odd.
Vladimir Nabokov has temporarily complicated my life...end of story. This is clearly my little tangent so I am going to come back to him.
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