Speak, Memory

Nabokov

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Non-Bokov

  • BeForeward

    So. Write. Keep it simple. Right. But I can never do that, right?

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  • p.10, ¶ 3

    I used to write, when I used to actually write, like with pens – always black, never pencils – on actual paper, through a sort of reverse cut-up method

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  • p.11, ¶ 1

    Writing was, for a while, a strange activity for me to be engaging in. Junior and senior years of high school, I'd had several pieces in the yearly "look how talented our students are" thing. Things that I can't quite remember but I'm pretty sure I would be deeply, deeply embarrassed by

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  • p.12, ¶ 2

    When I have lived in the Norman person, the pool hole in the slash of this arcade which 1/4 your age houses were called - I possessed work

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