I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness -- in a landscape selected at random -- is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.
- Vladimir Nabokov, Speak Memory (1966 rev. ed.), p. 139
Just a little quote from V. Sirin (that was) on the occasion of his 114 birthday.
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