The title is from Nabokov.
Related: A sign or symbol known to
techies as “the hamburger.”
See also “White Palace” earlier tonight.
The above image appeared earlier in posts
now tagged “Darkinbad the Brightdayler.”
The title is from Nabokov.
Related: A sign or symbol known to
techies as “the hamburger.”
See also “White Palace” earlier tonight.
The above image appeared earlier in posts
now tagged “Darkinbad the Brightdayler.”
" … I feel I understand
Existence, or at least a minute part
Of my existence, only through my art,
In terms of combinational delight;
And if my private universe scans right,
So does the verse of galaxies divine
Which I suspect is an iambic line.
I'm reasonably sure that we survive
And that my darling somewhere is alive…."
— Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire
Today's Google Doodle, honoring soccer at the Paris games,
suggests a review of Hillman's "acorn theory" of the soul in
a Log24 post of September 10, 2022 . . .
"… I loved Gigi. It fed directly into my Francophilia.
I was convinced that at some future date, I, like
Gigi, would be trained as a courtesan. I, too, would
cause some hard case, experienced roué to abandon
his chill and irony." — Jessica Kardon
Related reading:

From the end of a story by Vladimir Nabokov in
The New Yorker of May 15, 1948:
"You have the incorrect number. I will
tell you what you are doing: you are
turning the letter O instead of the zero."
(Title suggested by the beanie label "Alternate Future: NYC/10001")
A version of the Salinger story title "Pretty Mouth and Green My Eyes" —
"… her mouth is red and large, with Disney overtones. But it is her eyes,
a pale green of surprising intensity, that hold me."
— Violet Henderson in Vogue , 30 August 2017
See also that date in this journal.
Image from a post of January 2, 2009
A sentence by Walter Tevis in his 1983 novel
The Queen's Gambit —
"She picked up the phone and dialed six."
From "The Blacklist" Season 5, Episode 11 —
– Remind me again what it is that we think we're doing here.
– The phone acts as a passive packet sniffer.
It's a trick Tom taught me.
– Packet sniffer? Ugh.
– The FBI uses them.
I'm sure your tech people know all about them.
It can intercept and log traffic that passes over a digital network.
– It is an absolute mystery to me how these gadgets work —
the Dick Tracy phones, these blueteeth connections.
Quite frankly, I miss the rotary phone.
Except for that zero.
Watching that zero crawl back.
Oh, my God.
It was painful.
– We have the code.
– Great.
And more:
Philip J. Davis reportedly turned 86 on January 2, 2009.
An image from this journal on that date —
“You have the incorrect number.
I will tell you what you are doing:
you are turning the letter O
instead of the zero.”
— "Symbols and Signs,"
Vladimir Nabokov, 1948
continued…
from the five entries
ending on June 3, 2008
and from yesterday,
New Year's Day
"You have the incorrect number. I will tell you what you are doing: you are turning the letter O instead of the zero."
They sat down to their unexpected festive midnight tea. The birthday present stood on the table. He sipped noisily; his face was flushed; every now and then he imparted a circular motion to his raised glass so as to make the sugar dissolve more thoroughly. The vein on the side of his bald head where there was a large birthmark stood out conspicuously and, although he had shaved that morning, a silvery bristle showed on his chin. While she poured him another glass of tea, he put on his spectacles and re-examined with pleasure the luminous yellow, green, red little jars. His clumsy moist lips spelled out their eloquent labels: apricot, grape, beech plum, quince. He had got to crab apple, when the telephone rang again.
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Among the varieties of Christian monotheism, none is more totalitarian, none lodges more radical claims for God's omnipotence, than Calvinism– and within America, the chief analogue of Calvinist theology, Puritanism. According to Calvin every particle of dust, every act, every thought, every creature is governed by the will of God, and yields clues to the divine plan."
On Doubt:
"a Puritan reflex of seeking other orders beyond the visible, also known as paranoia"
— Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow (Penguin Classics, 1995), p. 188
On Art:
I suggest that faith and doubt are best reconciled by art– as in A Contrapuntal Theme and in the magazine's current online podcast of Mary Gaitskill reading a 1948 New Yorker story by Vladimir Nabokov.
For the text of the story, see "Signs and Symbols." For an excellent discussion of Nabokov's art, see "The Signs and Symbols in Nabokov's 'Signs and Symbols,'" by Alexander Dolinin.
From a review of On the Composition of Images, Signs & Ideas, by Giordano Bruno:
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Proteus in the House of Mnemosyne (which is the fifth chapter of the Third Book) relies entirely on familiarity with Vergil’s Aeneid (even when the text shifts from verse to prose). The statement, “Proteus is, absolutely, that one and the same subject matter which is transformable into all images and resemblances, by means of which we can immediately and continually constitute order, resume and explain everything,” reads less clear than the immediate analogy, “Just as from one and the same wax we awaken all shapes and images of sensate things, which become thereafter the signs of all things that are intelligible.” |
From an interview with Vladimir Nabokov published in Wisconsin Studies in Contemporary Literature, vol. VIII, no. 2, Spring 1967:
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When I was your student, you never mentioned the Homeric parallels in discussing Joyce’s Ulysses But you did supply “special information” in introducing many of the masterpieces: a map of Dublin for Ulysses…. Would you be able to suggest some equivalent for your own readers? Joyce himself very soon realized with dismay that the harping on those essentially easy and vulgar “Homeric parallelisms” would only distract one’s attention from the real beauty of his book. He soon dropped these pretentious chapter titles which already were “explaining” the book to non-readers. In my lectures I tried to give factual data only. A map of three country estates with a winding river and a figure of the butterfly Parnassius mnemosyne for a cartographic cherub will be the endpaper in my revised edition of Speak, Memory. |
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