Thursday, March 09, 2006

Pale...butterflies

I am reading Speak, Memory by V. Nabokov. He tells of frolicking through gardens and woods, both as a child and as a grown adult, attempting to catch butterflies with a net.

I cannot get over the image of the man who wrote Lolita frolicking with a butterfly net.

I highly recommend this book. I love being in his head, his life.

Interesting, the spell check on Blogger wants to change Lolita to "lilied". Keeps with the garden theme anyway.

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