I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.


Nabokov's congeries (ed. 1968)


I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.

I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.

I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.

I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.