Transparent Things

T spends a lot of time in Nabokov's mind during this novella of his.
So does the letter 3
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Triple Totality
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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?