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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.

Felt Like Church On Christmas or Easter.

And Thus The Class Room Fills.

Students (studious and not), Nabokovians, Amandatarians, Sexsonians,

Stylists and Murderers alike,

The Jury, The Gentlemen and Gentlewomen, The readers and writers, The copier and scribers,

Here is our notes upon the test that Sexson says he knows best. Thirty-five of ours, for Fifteen of his, but I'm sure his rules will go amiss.

Here's your list:


First!

What is the Name of the Only Hotel (in Part 1 mind you) that our Humbert Humbert and his Lolita stay upon a comfortable double bed?

-The Enchanted Hunters (Two, mind you)

Second!

342! Houses with spouses, and hotels with pedophiles.

Third!

page 31. What is it that Logicians Loathe And Poets Love?

Fourth!

Page 9. You Can Always Count a fancy prose stylist for a murderer....?

Fifthly!

Memorize (Memorize?) the last line (Yes Memorize) of Lolita (Yet not Lolita).

Sixth!

Page 437. Nabokovians! What does Nabokov think he was "really". And you would say,
"a landscape painter."

Seventh!

Who Can Recognize a nymphette? An artist and a Madman (Where does this place you?)

Eighth!

Seeing Colors as Letters, or Letters as Numbers, Or coloring in the lines by the number is? Synisthesia (I truly don't know exactly)

Ninth!

Mustache!

Tenthly!

We're to Nabokov, as Quilty is to Humbert! (How does this make you feel?) (Used?)

Eleventh!

Students! What does Nabokov think about Sleep? Its Repulsive, (and so seems the question!)

Twelfth!

Dolores, Our Lo, Lolita, Ms. Haze, The Dramatist, The Mater Dolorosa! The Mother Mary. The Sorrowful Sevens Sins........

Thirteenth!

What are the names of Jean (Gene!) Farlows dogs! Cavall and Melampus. not melon pus.

Thirteen.1!

How is the story of Acteon and Dian significant

Fifteenthly!

What do you need to pass this class? Memory, Imagination, Artistic Sense, and A dictionary (almost didn't something Nabokovian, but I've been warned once)

Sixteenth!

Nobokovians! something you must know! The Three things that make a writer well;

Storyteller,
Teacher
Enchanter

But in What order? hmmm....

Aside: What's the chance of Coincidence this class around?

Seventeenth! (The Hump!) (The Hump!)

Read James The Rat's Blog (That's this blog) ( I truly hope you know that) (Maybe I'll hint what later for you taker of test only;)

Eighteenth!

What color is the ball that the cocker spaniel is playing with? it's Red. Aside: Nabokov loves white lies. Not that it matters if they're white.)

Nineteenth!

Describe Humbert's Forearms in 2 Words! Hairy and Masculine (Not Sexy)



(Really it's not Sexy)

Twentiethly!

WATERPROOF! O Face! Not Office Space. O! O!

Twenty-first!

Name one of the plays written by Clare Quilty; (I'm not making these up)

The Little Nympth

The Lady that Loved Lightning (Picnics?)

Fatherly Love

The Strange Mushroom (?)

Twenty-second!

How did Charlotte Haze Die? (Now according to SS I told it incorrectly in my blog, but i find not the blog that spurts it wrong.) So read and find for yourself.

Twenty-third!

Reality

Twenty-fourth!

(Picnic, Lightning) don't forget the,

Twenty-fifthly!

What is the difference between satire and parody? Satire is a lesson, Parody is a game.

Twenty-sixth!

In "Speak Memory", What did Nabokov's mother like to collect from the woods?

Super powers in Mario Brothers anyone?

Twenty-seventh!

What is the brats favorite order of genres of films? MUSICAlS (Slapping out one finger), UNDERWORLDERS (Finger Two), and Westerners (The Third Finger slaps lips to silence)

Twenty-eighth!

Who is Jutting Jaw? Who is Dick Tracy

Twenty-Ninth!

Metafiction. Lolita, Don Quixote, And The French Lieutenants Woman.

Thiriethly!

Taxovich

Thirty-First!

(Spoiler! O Faces, Thousand Lakes, and Acteon)

The Casbian Varber, The Classlist, Taxovich, and Our sweet Lo playing Tennis all never made it into the film version! yet they're Vivian Darkbloom's favorites.

Thirty-second!

"The very geometry of reality is what Lolita seemed to represent when she was playing tennis."
-This makes a fool of everything I've ever ridden. ;)

Thirty-Third!

The imitated behavior! Read Page (%.

Thirty-Fourth!

The age that certain artist and madmen find their lovers? 9-14

Thirty-Fifthly! LAST! THANK YOU!

What is the one region where nymphets not found. (Don't say Montana) (You'll be wrong?) (What?)

Humbert Polanski

We seem to have ourselves a modern day Humbert Humbert

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091006/ap_on_re_eu/eu_switzerland_polanski

So great

In reponse to the 10,000 lakes, O faces, and Sexson

All Actaeon (which I misspelled earlier) could possibly remind me of was a passage in Speak, Memory in which Nabokov throws in a "nymphean incarnation". It's Section Five of Chapter Ten and begins on page 210. Nabokov cleverly tells of "collecting "Parnassius Mnemosyne", strange butterflies of ancient lineage. While out hunting and- you know what? I'll just type it out for you kind folks because he speaks better than I ever shall.

"My quest had led me into a dense undergrowth of milky-white racemosa and dark alder at the very edge of the cold, blue river, when suddenly there was an outburst of splashes and shouts, and from behind a fragrant bush, I caught sight of Polenka and three or four other naked children bathing from the ruins of an old bathhouse a few feet away. Wet, gasping, one nostril of her snub nose running, the ribs of her adolescent body arched under her pale, goose-pimpled skin, her calves flecked with black mud, a curved comb burning in her damp-darkened hair, she was scrambling away from the swish and clack of water-lily stems that a drum-bellied girl with a shaven head and a shamelessly excited excited stripling wearing around the loins a kind of string, locally used against the evil eye, were yanking out of the water and harrying her with; and for a second or two-before I crept away in a dismal haze of disgust and desire- 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.

I've yet to find a Parnassius Mnemosyne, that wasn't more than a mnemonic.

If you will read along and down the rows of lines, you will find Nabokov telling a story that surely never happened but ends with Polenka telling her friend (YOU and Me?) [look, the young master does not know me] (212), followed by "- and that was the only time I ever heard her speak."

What a poet! What A Poet!

Section Six!

"The summer evenings of my boyhood when I used to ride her cottage speak to me in that voice of hers now."

Read Section Six!

"On a road among fields, where it met the desolate highway, I would dismount and prop my bicycle against a telegraph pole. A sunset, almost formidable in its splendor, would be lingering in the fully exposed sky. Among its imperceptibly changing amassments, one could pick out brightly stained structural details of celestial organisms. or glowing slits in dark banks, or flat, ethereal beaches that looked like mirages of desert islands. I did not know then (as I know perfectly well now) what to do with such things- how to get rid of them, how to transform them into something that can be turned over to the reader in printed characters to have him cope with the BLESSED SHIVER- and this inability enhanced my oppression. A colossal Shadow would begin to invade the fields, and the telegraph poles hummed in the stillness, and the night-feeders ascended the stems of their plants. Nibble, nibble, nibble-went a handsome striped caterpillar, not figured in Spuler, as he clung to a campanula stalk, working down with his mandible along the edge of the nearest leaf out of which he was eating a leisurely hemicircle, then again extending his neck, and again bending it gradually, as he deepened the neat concave. Automatically, I might slip him, with a bit of his plantlet, into a matchbox to take home with me and have him produce next year a Splendid Surprise, but my thoughts were elsewhere: Zina and Colette, my seaside playmates; Louise, the prancer; all the flushed, low-sashed, silky-haired little girls at festive parties; languorous Countess G., my cousin's lady; Polenka smiling in the agony of my new dreams-- all would merge to form somebody I did not know but was bound to know soon."

SPULER?
CAMPANULA?
PLANTLET?-?PLANTLET! Nymphett?

I really hope I'm wrong about what I just read. But maybe you should read chapter 13, Part I of Lolita, and tell me if there aren't a few relations.

The next paragraph is for his wife and about her as well.

Can you believe him?

7th Day_-Go Stag, or stop lolling.

Students in desks too small, In hot rooms, boring rooms,and rooms without technicians following every whim and whimper;

Also to The Teachers!The Storytellers! The Enchanters and Enchantresses!;

Epiphany, by Sexson's definition, is a sudden paradigm of the Divine. It is not always about sleeping with your mother.

ALSO Don't Wait for Sexson- Go for it! (Nike ripoff?)

Read Sam's Blog and find the NY Times article about our Nabokov.

Lolita didn't Flash Peter Pan. (WHAT?) (ah)

James please take down Aubrey Beardsley Pictures -- To-- Priapic; A Giant Flaccid god. Giant God?, Giant Flaccid God? Why Are The Words Capitalized?

Put Up Your Annotations!

If you weren't in class you missed John on the Importance of Style and his beautiful combination of Emo and Goth--GothMo!

I would like to add that emo, or emotional music, was not nearly the die hard thing it has now become. It wasn't until My Chemical Romance (?) came out with there second album ( Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge) that the Gothic Crowd became intermingled with the Emo's, who were raised on bands such as the GetUp Kids, Saves The Day, and Chris Carrabba when Dashboard Confessional was his stage name and not his band name. With the release of Three Cheers, punk scenes, venues, around the world suddenly changed from plaid shirts, beanies, and slacks, to a more gothic, black, chained, face painted, red lipstick, tight pants, or women's pants appeal that generally changed the face of what most underground indie music scenes were doing. You will here a lot of fans of Saves The Day and Getup Kids tell you that Emo is dead, just as Punk died when The Clash Went Commercial.

TO The Amandatarians!

Grand job, keep up the work, be sure to let her know what you think as the novel evolves.

TO Sexsonians!

"No quote is ever quoted, it's only requoted.....?"

(Picnic,Lightning)- Laughter.

Aside: My damn pen keeps running low when it's transparent casing shows it's ruby red ink barely a drip below brimming!"

Sexson is not a lady and he does not like lightning.

John was and is a clean Freak.

DO NOT Read xxvii-xxxii

Read the Rape of Lucrice (spelling?) and Sonnet 129 of Gentle William

READ UP ON ACTEAN!

Have you noticed how much of literate relates to men abusing power? I sure haven't.

LOL.....Look of Lust.

Stopping loling.

P.31 The Books Look Them UP


Who knows who Gordon Pym is? (Edgar Allen Poe Poem) Edgar Allen Poe Poem. Kinda Catchy?