In Rapture

Now, we're supposed to make some sort of final post, yet I'm not quite sure what to post. Nothing seems final. We've really only finished the semester, That's it. In "reality", if we're all smart, we won't give up on studying Nabokov. We know more about Nabokov than most of the world at the moment, and we can continue our exploration of his style without the hindrance of grades and those people that John Shade disdains. We have the possibility of becoming distinguished because of how much we know about an eccentric Russian's word play. This is our moment to shine.

This isn't for the students that don't read, don't blog, and don't read others journals. This is for the Nabokovians. The Pica inflicted. This is for those of us that don't give a ____ about grades. Those of us that find writing to a teachers degree is ridiculous.

Write for yourselves.

For those of you that have yet to give up, those of you who haven't fallen into a rut of learning what the establishment throws at you, this is your chance to become writers. Do not give up on your Nabokovian Studies- his writing is what striving strives for. This man has mastered the ability to layer stories that I've only seen in Silent Will.

In Nabokov lies the power to make money writing (writing at a level that sells in a society that finds intelligence to be a hindrance) as well as layer in genius that will not hinder the unwashed masses understanding, while simultaneously opening millions of trails of thoughts for the eccentrics amongst us. Imagine being able to enjoy what you write as well as live off of it. This lies in Nabokov.

Now, I just turned 21 for the first (wait....) time and I went out in celebration of classes ending last night.......wow do I hurt. "I'm never drinking again" (Reality)

Thank you to everyone that has enabled me to learn throughout this class. Thank you Doug, Jennie Lynn, Zach of the Saving Bells, Helena of the 10,000 Lakes, Robert, John, Chris scribbles the scribe, Douglas, Sexson, and the many of you I have not mentioned.

I've lived Nabokov. He's in my dreams, my speech, my writing, and he's ventured into my poems. I will leave this class with a poem that wouldn't be without Nabokov, and without this class.


December 1st

As it was when i was once a dramatic piece,

Whence i was but a child, the season my innocence released.

The leaf of the tree that fell from an early snow,

Again am i the sun from which lunatics shadow the glow.?

OF MY LIFE TOLD

With a send, a buzz, a ring,

Of all the twitching thumbs

-And I know those thumbs the most-

When their owners eyes dissolve my repose.

Its tongue asking that which I’m yet to know

But

There is no emotion in its asking,

The clasp of my arm claims no comfort.

I was the Bowl that burned from green to black,

The Pyramids stacked on the Kitchen counter.

I was the Break for tired feet, Their bottoms in seats;

(The Shout that spilt Across the Blacklit Floors)

High heels and Slick shoes spelled my news.

I measured my night in Cabernet’s & Merlot’s.

My Tongue purpled, my cheeks a glow,

The sniffle of Abraham and fake Snow,

The Primes and Pinot Noir,

And still my eyes did not go Afar!

Dinner with Diva’s & wandering eyes

Still I kept Mine from becoming a lie!

I sat through burgers & fries,

Watched women spell out their desires

With a metal board and magnetic letters.

Mine was a bottle of Fetzer.

I am Prufrock etherized across a maple,

I am the conversation at the breakfast table:

“Is he Stable?”

“He didn’t care, not at all, not at all.”

I am the sheath, Hamlet.

I am the back the botkin met.

　

　

　

The Death of this ‘Ship is mine to keep.

The drool that drips

Between sharp teeth, thin lips

& then repeats

The spittle that forms puddles,

Is to long, to deep for me to leap.

(My place is next to your own seat

With feet away from feet,

My hands warming jeans)

　

From whence I was a Dramatic Piece,

This is Death in repeat.

I will not be the Wine I drink

I will not be the dead’s treat.

That night I played myself in Repeat,

The same murmur of friendly aggression

The same friend finding another’s attention,

Again I placed my emotion in the Lethe.

Again my skin felt a daggers teeth.

The pool of Shades tore at my thoughts

My news; The Romans cast lots.

A social berating upon/behind the back.

I am the color the Death Cab lacks.

OH My Lolita! I am Clearly Guilty,

You are My Virgin Mary wilting.

But Lo, you will never understand,

No never,

You will think this a note to dismember,

You will think again I’ve lost my temper.

　

　

OH Boscobel! OH Royal Oak!

My Pages! My Poems!

My Spiraling Tomb!

My Labyrinth to forever Rome!

Thank You

Incomplete Index of Transparent Things

INDEX
Of the Novel
Transparent Things.




To Armand Rave










1556- The shared birthday of Silent William, and pencil lead.
A-Alice, Juliet Moore, The Former Love, The Past
A Boy for Pleasure- A competitor’s novel (of R.) that Phil wishes R. to write.
Adam Von Librikov-(541) See Wellesley College.
Analyst-(531) Something not owned by Hugh. Also see “ask your grocer”
A Play On Words- See Majestic In Chur.
Art- (545) Meaningless word, that Hugh praises “incorrectly” for keeping his Claire alive. (See Lolita’s final passage.)
“Ask your grocer”- Ridiculously stupid term used by Freudians to rob humanity of any self-sustaining mentality outside of its fraudulent singularity.
Ascot- Narrow neckband with wide pointed wings. Traditionally made of pale gray silk.
B- Beata, Busy Witt, “Now”. The Present Mistress. The Present.
Banque Bleue- The Hotel in Trux, home (In A, B, or C, I do not know) to the Tara cataract, that replaces the Locquet as well as it’s neighbor. In a similar story, Armande’s father died demolishing a hotel by a defunct spa.
Blake Twins- Jake and Jack.
Blind Boot- Instrument almost impulsively used by one Hugh Person to crush a ‘large white butterfly’ with ‘papery wings, blotched with black and maculated with faded crimson’. The blind boot thought himself lost, when in fact he was in the pastures (once orchards), where he had Butterflied a kiss on to one Armande’s lips, the spot where he had sought off to find. See butterfly kiss page 525. See Chapter 23.
Boswell- Gentlemen in the 18th century who wrote possibly the most accurate biography in existence. See the Book Pale Fire (Following ode To Vera). See Tamworth. (546)
Bravura- (545) Showy Piece. In this Case, A Citation by R. on Hugh’s unbelievable Freudian dream that he concocted in order to amuse the Dips Hit. Also a musical piece. For a deeper understanding of why this is a bravura, see chapter 20.
C- Claire, V. Armande Chamar. The Future Love. The Future.
Café du Glacier- Café atop a tremendous hike, especially if you are wearing tennis shoes.
Caviar- See Graphite
Charles Chamar- Died during Alice’s demolishing of a hotel near a defunct spa.
Christies and Other Lassies- Great Skier’s autobiography being worked on in the A. by Hugh’s publishing company.
Clarissa Dark- See HAREM
Cool Shrines- Pages 491, 495, 497, 506. 518
CQ- Greek Hunter whom died from his look of lust.
Cunning Stunts-”Avant Garde” hit. The first letter of the first word, should not be switched with the two first letters of the second word.
Denton- (516) A collection of Butterfly’s that were awarded gold and silver medals in the 1900 Paris Exhibition. The Denton’s (Brothers whom the collection is named after, silly) were then commissioned to assemble a collection for England’s Edward VII. Wellesley Mass. now owns the Denton Collection, sporting over 1,500 moths and butterflies. See Wellesley College.
Double Systole- (543) Double entendre relating to the physiological and Poetical aspects of the word.
Female Anatomy- See Cunning Stunts. See Knout.
Dips Hit- A Psychotherapist. A Freudian. See Fraud.
Drakonita- Vlad The Impaler. Vlad III. Count Drake. The Dragon. Count Dracula. The Devil. A Romanian Prince well Remembered for staking 10,000 Turkish Prisoners outside his castle. Also a cableway in Switzerland.
Fantastic In Blur- Play on words relating to Ralph de Laer’s opinions on Electron Spin after it was denounced and then stolen by one Wolfgang Pauli. Incomplete information on Ralph de Laer’s last name.
Figures In A Golden Window- (505) (Aka The Burning Window) Another Novel by R. In Which Juliet, Jealous of her lover, Romeo, leaving her in the A. for his future wife, Vera, sets fire to the Hotel in which the two are staying. The story ends with a beautiful picture (drawn by the Belgian Artist, Plam) of R. and R. jumping out of the enflamed third story window. See also Figurine of a Female Skier. See Julia Moore.
“Fit”- A box containing U’s hiking boots.
Firedrops- (511) Poetic metaphor for an excretion of joy.
Fraud- A deception deliberately practiced in order to secure unfair or unlawful gain.
German Blond in Black- See Page 496.
Graphite- See pencil lead.
Green Figurine of a Female Skier- See Grumbel Jail. See also U’s Death, Chapter 26 (559). See also Armande (524).
Grumbel Jail- Place in which Armand Rave, The homosexual convict who strangled his boyfriend’s incestuous sister, carved and colored the green figurine of a female skier.
Harold Hall- American Consul In Switzerland.
HAREM-(531) Literally “Has A Rapid Eye Movement” stage during sleep in which 80% of males have sexual dreams (findings of Clarissa Dark). “she investigated singlehanded some two hundred healthy jailbirds whose terms of imprisonment were shortened, of course, by the number of nights spent in the Center’s Dormitory. Well, one hundred seventy-eight of the men were seen to have powerful erections during the stage of sleep called HAREM.”
Harem- Term given to the resting quarters of women in polygynous relationships. It is strictly forbidden to men.
HH- See CQ.
Hidden Jewels- See Caviar. See Julia Moore.
Hotel Ascot- Ugly building of gray stone, brown wood, cherry red shutters, and apple-green aproned valets
Hugh Person- (Corrupted “Peterson” and pronounced “Parson” by some) (503)
Hugh Person Senior- A Dean of a prestigious all boys school in Vermont while he was still alive. Senior, a smelly, pudgy, old man of sixty, was told by the family doctor that a trip to Europe with his son would help heal the pangs of losing his wife. Senior dies in a fantastic blur of Brown, Blue, and Grey, on the other side of the Green veil, due to a roaring Redness that filled his head. Senior dies with an arm outstretched towards a terrible black mess (also a frightful conductor of electricity, mind you reader that Senior hates electric storms) out of reach in the reflecting mirror. Do not forget the trouble that Senior has with his hands.
Immediately- See “Now”. Also see Chapter 21 in its entirety mind you..
Implement- Useless tool of Jack Blake. (525)
Irma- The unlucky shopgirl whom, while laughing, unveils The Posthumous Hugh Senior.
Jack Moore- Hugh’s A. roommate. (No Relation).
Jacques- Hunk of a human, this Swiss boy (being the son of an old guide) spends his time hiking mountains, skiing slopes, and trying to convert young ladies into a virtually all male cast orgy.
J. Major- (512) One of Our Arsonists lovers before dying in a “remote war”. Little is known of his rank.
Julia Moore- Arsonist. Step Daughter of Mr. R. whom deflowered her at the tender age of thirteen. Julia enjoys tall men with strong hands and sad eyes. For a nearly hidden look at Ms. Moore visit page 511. Literary figure known as June.
Kandidatov- The Painter from Alice.
Knout- (541) Correction to the reign of Cnut.
Kronig- See A Play On Words.
La Stampa- “The Press”. A widely circulated Italian Newspaper.
Locquet- Not to be misunderstood for Locket, Locquet is hotel in Trux. Resemblance to U’s mother’s Maiden name. See Ascot if interested.
Love- Morbidly boring topic discussed in Chapter 17.
Lord Byron- Mr. Cypress in The Nightmare Abbey. (506)
Lutwidge- The middle name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. He is known by no other names. (515)
Majestic In Chur- Possibly a Hotel in Chur Switzerland that, possibly, Old Kronig managed. See also Fantastic In Blur.
Mauve Snowflakes- Items belonging to Mr. Flankard which Mrs. Flankard wished to be raped under (503).
M. Chamar- Madame Charles Chamar, nee Anastasia Petrovna Potapov (not Patapouf). (No connection can be found linking her to the daughter of Tsar Nichalos II) M. Chamar received her name from her husband after he fled Russia during the Bolshevist revolution.
MM- A place in which only experts should venture (502).
Mondstein Sexy- The name of a pair of ski’s that belonged to Armande.
Mrs. Flankard- Over the hill writess whom finds beauty is beyond the skin. Possible Mental Complex.
Napoleon- Merely a visiting spirit.
“Now”- A thin veneer of immediate reality is spread over natural and artificial matter (490), and when looking down you can make out the phantoms of pale tables and underwater waiters (494).
Onanistic- (525) Subject entertained by the three J’s, Jacques, Jake and Jack. It is the withdrawal of the penis during sexual intercourse so as to ejaculate outside of the vagina. Sodomy.
Opus- A Musical work, or literary composition. (547)
Orange- The Color of Lust. 511, 512, 523, 526
Pauline- Large Woman, Slothlike (probably due to watching so much T.V.), shared the duty of cleaning up after Persons’.
“Pere Igor”- some special shop.
Pencil Lead- graphite is mixed with moist clay that is then placed in a machine (for further information on this contraption visit page 492) and formed into a pencil.
Person Pen- Hugh’s only achievement.
Person Stroke- Tennis move particular to Hugh. “…was executed with a rigid arm and blended a vigorous drive with a clinging cut that followed the ball from the moment of impact to the end of the stroke…” (for further instruction see page 528)
Photocrom- Process initially developed in Switzerland in which a color photo lithograph is produced via a black and white negative. Also known as an outdated method.
Photochrome- See Photocrom.
Plumbeous- To Contain Lead (492)
R.- Fat, Alcoholic, Incestuous (not-technically), Statutory rapist, horrible step father (though are any ever very good?), Fat-Enormously so, Eccentric, Narcissistic, Shade, Expert Specter. Also a novelist.
Romeo & Juliet- Play as old as time, by Silent Will in which a thirteen year old girl is robbed of her life by the mistakes of an overly affection Sixteen year old. See Julia Moore. Also Bravura.
“So-called”- Saying of U’s father.
Scranton- Town in which U’s Uncle receives Senior.
Spine- (541) The reader’s main organ.
Stresa- The Honeymoon of newlywed Persons was spent here. Speculation leads one to believe that Hugh is still possibly a poor performer (as mentioned by a whore early on in his life) due to his inability to shimmy down a mere four stories (534).
Suicide- A form of Account Fakery.
Tamworth- “Black-blotched swine” (509); Also of a pirates beard, Tom Tam is a vile creature that is happily waiting for our author R. to finally switch “publishers” (546) so that he may retain all of our author’s work.
Tara Cataract- A. local miracle of nature in Trux. B. A Defunct Spa.
Tea time- Roundabout when Persons make love.
Telephones- Truly scary contraption to any novice.
The Slender Slut- R.’s alternative would be alternative to ABFP.
The Stag’s- A Book by Mrs. Flankard. (AKA the Confessions of a White-Widowed Male)
Thomas Love Peacock- A Fan Of Lord Byron’s Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. (506)
3Photes-(497) Three Photo’s, Three Poses. Double, Possibly, Triple meanings.
Poses
Three Tenses- (520) The novel by R. about the blue suited gentleman surrounded by three women whom have never met. T.T. is the tralatition for Transparent Things. The Watermark. See (538). T. T. exists in three realities; the A, the B, and the C. T.T. is told by R. in the B, while existing in the A, and occasionally trying to discern the C. R. tells us early on in T.T. that You cannot fully understand the C due to its rapid changing inevitability.
Toss and Thurn- Imaginary valleys passed through during a restless sleep (532).
Tralala- (509) The part of a song where the soloist is joined by a group of singers. See
Bravanda, See Opus.
Thanatology- (543) Study of Death
Tralalation- A Metaphor. A slip of the tongue.
Trim Metaphor- retracing steps for ghosts.
Trux- A lakeside town in Switzerland. The first visit of U’s with his Father at the age of 22, as well as his second ten years later.
Twenty-two- The price of a cute wristwatch. Also the number of Canton’s on a white cross centered on a wooden plate (497).
U- Boston Strangler.
Versex Palace- The place of Hugh and R.’s first meeting. (507)
Villa Nastia- The humble abode of M. And Ms. Chamar. (Not Anastasia)
Wellesley College- School in Mass. where in the A. Vivian Bloodmark was a professor.
Witt- Town in which Hugh looses his life.
Vera- Armande Rave, The Green Figurine of a Female Skier, Mrs. Hugh Person.
(To Be Continued………)

Transparent Things

T spends a lot of time in Nabokov's mind during this novella of his.
So does the letter 3
313
Backhand,slap,Backhand
Triple Totality
3photo
poses

Transparent Things is a book Three Tenses; Past, Present, and Future.

Hugo (You, Percy, but not pretty) Person is a rather dull man who seeks to understand his past by searching out where his memories existed, and once they're he enters his dreams in hopes of finding what it is he has lost. He ends up loosing his life this way oddly enough after recreating the environment he wanted, wants for his wife, he dies in a fire (that may or may not have been slightly hoped for by one of the author/teachers/ghosts infamous Mr. R.

The Color green does exist throughout the novella,

also do the color's white and red. Now what do we know about these three colors? If you don't understand it now, perhaps Christmas will help you. Or perhaps delving into the Catechism will show you the true way.

Don't Forget the White Butterfly,

The 'dreadful building of gray stone and brown wood, it sported cherry-red shutters (not all of them shut) which by some mnemoptical trick he (You) remembered as apple green.'

Don't forget the Lavender Licking Flame

the green, not brown curtain drawn by Mr. Person on Dr. Person

(and for me, the dentures, those wooden teeth.)

Don't forget Hugh's grey, the love that his clothes have for the color.

and who can forget "Cunning Stunts".............really Vlad?

and i don't know if you noticed the black that seems to haunt women.

or the orange that always seems to be worn (or in a paper bag) by the Lusts of Hugh.

Julia's orange blouse

The discarded bag of oranges carried by the twins (another set of three, hehehe)

The orange peel that marked the place of v-cards being swiped,

though we all know that really only one was making love.

and Good old Chapter 24 (of course its not your fault Mr. R.)

and what about chapter 20? When did you write this Mr. R?

OR do ghosts even exist in our relativity of time?

Can you really slip into our past so easily as stepping upon a rock?

The Royal Oak

As it always seems to be with Nabokov, he never figured puzzles had edges. Everytime I open Pale Fire in search of Our Professor Blue or the dead friend, I end up with pieces that connect but have yet to make any picture. Also, they seem to trail off into a giant X with no fill in between, and the tails find no need in staying linear, no, they loop and lean, sag, and soar, and I've yet to find them taught, with a clear point. Oh The Monarch's Way!

But to the point; Did anyone realize that Kinbote is envisioning the escape of Chalres II of England? Sexson has told us this, right? he wouldn't leave something like that out would he? did he? he did, didn't he?

BOSCOBEL!

In Kinbote's Commentary on page 232, he says these words;

How much happier the wide-awake indolents, the monarchs among men, the rich monstours brains deriving intense enjoyment and rapturous pangs from the balustrade of a terrace at nihgtfall, from the lights and the lake below, from the distant mountain shapes melting ino the dark apricot of the afterglow, from the black conifers outlined against the pale ink of the zenith, and from the garnet and green flounces of the water along the silent, sad forbidden shoreline. Oh my sweet Boscobel! And the tender and terrible memories and the same, and the glory, and the maddening intimations, and the star that no party member can ever reach.

Boscobel, a small civil parish in the east of Shropshire, England has an oak tree, A Royal Oak Tree in which Chalres II hid after loosing the batlle of Worcester in 1651.

Do some easy reading and catch up Wiki Charles II Escape.

If, and when you do read this, I have a favor to ask of you (I am on my own little journey of thought here, so I'll not be doing it at the moment); Find the corelating remarks by Kinbote with a person during his escape to that of Charles II while he is having his "masters" horse reshoed. (HINT: BOSCOBEL TO BENTLY)
Comparable to John Dillinger walking into the cop station and asking the score eh?

CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

Where do you think Charles II Ended up fleeing to?....Kinbote?

And if you're one of those naysayers, look onto the next page, Verse 597-608.

Towards the bottom of the page;

"(I am thinking of yet another Charles, another long dark man above two yards high)."

Since I have not made it clear, Charles II was 6'2 during an age when most men stood below 5'10.

RedStaroverBlueSeas

Red Star Over Blue Seas

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Star

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Starover Blue

Don't go to this site to find out more:

http://forum.paradoxplaza.com/forum/showthread.php?t=384390

Indirectly related or not, I'll Kinbote a passage.

Aside: I was watching the history channel today (while in the middle of doing drawl human nutrition), when on came a segment about WWII (that means world war two), and Hitler's tactics during the winter of '44 (1944). Hitler waged his war during the winter purposefully so as to dissuade the use of American planes when he was taking territories. He wanted drizzly, foggy, rainy weather. He would set up all his mustached schemes months in advance, planning and planning and planning and (To much?) planning but he would not set forth the orders until he knew that the conditions were optimal. Even after loosing the Atlantic Sea Battle (this will wrap up, I promise) to us, Awesome Americans, he left a few of his old U-boats in that Ocean for the soul reason of watching the weather fronts, watching the skies, so as to relay back to old hypocritical half-the-man-he-wanted-to-be Hitler, when the conditions would be correct.

(Did you go to the site?)

(Claws aside, really?)

Now let us take a look at John Shade's first canto, starting at verse 183

The Little scissors I am holding are

A dazzling synthesis of sun and star.

I stand before the window and I pare

My fingernails and vaguely am aware

Of certain flinching likenesses: the thumb,

Our grocer's son; the index, lean and glum

College astronomer Starover Blue;

The Middle fellow, a tall priest I knew;

The feminine fourth finger, an old flirt;

and little pinky clinging to her skirt.

And I make mouths as I snip off the thin

Strips of what Aunt Maud used to call "scarf-skin"

Meet Maud

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MAUD_Committee

(Military Application of Uranium Detonation)

And if you happen to read the little Russian Interest's Section

you will find a link to Igor Kurchatov

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Igor_Kurchatov#Career)

whom happened to study physics and Naval Engineering.

hmmmm.......

And later on we run into Igor in Canto number 3, starting at verse 623;

We heard cremationists guffaw and snort

At Grabermann's denouncing the Retort

As detrimental to the birth of wraiths.

We all avoided criticizing faiths.

The great Starover Blue reviewed the role

Planets had played as landfalls of the soul,

The fate of beasts was pondered. A Chinese

Discanted on the etiquette at teas

With ancestors, and how far up to go.

I tore apart the fantasies of Poe.

And dealt with childhood memories of strange

Nacreous gleams beyond the adult's range.

Among our auditors were a young priest

and an old Communist. Iph could at least

Compete with churches and the party line.

And as full as that passage is of what only Russians seem to be able to write, I'm afraid I'm not going to touch anymore of it tonight.

oh yeah, Kurchatov has a crater on the moon named after him.

Pale Fire: Day 1; In A Distant Northern Land.

"Where's The Party?"

Nabokovians! I certainly hope you've all picked a waxwing to accompany you as we shift the curtaining of the veil.



Lets Shuffle The Cards!



Lets do a little five-finger discounting,



Let us pull the blank from our own eye before chastising Charles Kinbote.





Pale Dy Definition!


a stake or picket, as of a fence.


an enclosing or confining barrier; enclosure.


an enclosed area.


limits; bounds: outside the pale of his jurisdiction.


a district or region within designated bounds.


(initial capital letter) Also called English Pale, Irish Pale. a district in eastern Ireland

included in the Angevin Empire of King Henry II and his successors.


an ordinary in the form of a broad vertical stripe at the center of an escutcheon.


Shipbuilding. a shore used inside to support the deck beams of a hull under construction.
–verb (used with object)


to enclose with pales; fence.


to encircle or encompass.—Idiom


beyond the pale, beyond the limits of propriety, courtesy, protection, safety, etc.: Their public conduct is certainly beyond the pale





Eugene! You're a Genius!



Everyone should think thoughts towards reading Richard Powers powerful novel Generosity. It's about the problem of being too happy; The Happiness Gene!



Beauty and Pity, Beauty and Pity, Beauty and Pity.



The Password is?



Nabokov wishes to creates a norm that centers around Generosity, compassion, and......?



Really? "Really?"



BLOG ASSIGNMENTS STUDENTS!



Read everyones papers, shoes which fit you best, decided upon a pair, and then take a stroll in Kinbote's loafers and leave a commentary on that which best suits you.





Now to more "important" questions (yeah important?)



What is the Elementary meaning of Pale Fire?



Level One: About a poem and a guy who really likes the poem.



Something is rotten in the state of Zembla....... (A distant northern land, of course)



"really"



Fundamentals are the TEXT and INTERPRETATION



It is a Foreword (useless to the poem, purpose filled to to the critic), A Poem ( In Four Canto's with Heroic Rhyming Couplets), 5 sets of twins (All nine of them), A commentary (Very descriptive and on point), and an index (index).



Shuffling....



Shuffling.....



Shuffling...



To This Poem we now must Turn.



You always believe the First Person you here.



Aside: Our Waxwings can be seen if there happens to be autumn.



We Are in a world of UNRELIABLE NARRATORS!



Living On (pale)- beyond the Bars of Life



Make at top 6 list of things that annoy you about Kinbote (He just so happens not to annoy me, but make me laugh)



(So I'm not going to make a list) (You should find him funny too)



Kinbote admits his Craziness (CAROUSELS HERE CAROUSELS THERE)



Popian Lines=(Parallels)=Shadian Lines



Interpret Kinbote Style



This book isn't about John Shade (Well on level 1 it is). It's About Kinbote's interpretations. (my interpretation)



(Literally anyone in literature kindles this blue flame)



Kinbote is correct- this is about Zembla (not the death of Hazel!)(?)(!) ;)

"You can only tell your own story."



Look up Pale! UNDERLINE ANYTHING TO DO WITH PALE!

'Parnassians'

The Lepidopterolgoist Vladimir Nabokov, who is loathed and loved for his linguistic tricks that spill across his infamous novels Lolita, Pnin, Pale fire, And Speak Memory amongst others, is so fascinating to read and reread that when writing you cannot help but slip a few snips of his style into you’re writing; perhaps a few hidden metaphors and meanings to mime his thoughts as your own. So it should come as no surprise to any Nabokovian that his own autobiography would be plum full of precise parallels. In fact, to know this, you need only read the back of Vintage Internationals version of Speak Memory.
Though I doubt ‘Parnassians’ will ever be associated with Nabokov as Waterproof is with Humbert Humbert, our nymphean obsessed hero, looking into the stories that these two words dredge up in our subjects minds shall show a carefully concocted correlation.
In Lolita, rewinding from the two syllables waterproof escaping Charlotte’s fishy mouth, we watch as a gum-smiling Chestnut Mare slowly transfigures into Jean Farlows moon walking with easel and things back towards her center of concealment where she had been spying upon our nymphette lusting hero and his semi-nude wife. Now in forward motion, as Jean is talking to our hero, she mentions how, “She always felt a traitor to Cavall and Melampus…..” Melampus which just happens to be the name of the Greek Hunter Actaeons Hound that viciously rips him apart after he becomes transfigured into a Stag for looking lustfully upon Artemis, the Greek goddess of virginity, as she bathes in a pool amongst other girls (Lolita, 88-9).
Following Farlow and Actaeon in accordance with the water and women Nabokov’s own life seems to have a bit of a Humbertish rub-off. Under similar situations to Actaeon, Nabokov, while a child in Russia hunting for Parnassius Mnemosyne’s, or Parnassians, in the forest Vladimir mistakenly comes across his love interest Polenka bathing nude with four or five other children. He “crept away in a dismal haze of disgust and desire,” but as he is leaving the spring he spouts a description of Polenka that can only be described as “ a nymphean incarnation of her pitiful beauty that were better left alone (Speak, 210)”;
“I saw a strange Polenka shiver and squat on the boards of the half-broken wharf, covering her breasts against the east wind with her crossed arms, while with the tip of her tongue she taunted her pursuers.”
Polenka also just happens to be a Russian spelling of Polina. Polina is the Russian derivative of the Greek name “appolinaria”, which just happens to be Apollo. Polina just happens to mean “one who belongs to Apollo”. For anyone who hasn’t brushed up on their Greek mythology lately, Apollo and Artemis are twin siblings of the Greek gods Zeus and Leto. The “Parnassians’ that Vlad just happens to be hunting for when he stumbles across “one who belongs to Apollo” just happen to nicknamed Clouded Apollo’s.
With happenings justified the realization that the coincidences in Nabokov’s non-fiction are as fast-firing as those in his fiction makes you ponder the possibility that perhaps the “reality” that Nabokov wishes to be left in is a riddle. Perhaps primates drawing bars are really stories bare of enchantment. Maybe Nabokov finds the need to fill in the landscape. But I think he just can’t help himself.