There was a power shutdown, and I was looking for something to do.
I opened a random book, which was a collection of Nabokov’s work. I used to be very fond of his style. But now all it took for me was to read one short story to remember, how his books felt, at least a little.
And how often women in his worlds are these unknowable magical creatures, and how mundane and stupid are the men.
That is so off putting to me now. I came to realize: in life we all are both wondrous and incomprehensible, while at the same time so very dumb. Now THAT is where love is.
Popcorn a portata di mano e inizia lo spettacolo
someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
Does it count if you stayed up all night tho?
Evan Perez, CNN Senior Justice Correspondent