Writing about Nabokov is seriously warping my mind--not that it wasn't severely warped to begin with. I have SO MUCH referential mania right now.
Evidence: I was talking to my young man yesterday, and he was annoyed at how many people in the world don't have goals in life. I think his exact wording was "they take paths that lead nowhere." It was at this point that I had this jolt of recognition; there's a Breaking Benjamin song that has the lyrics "take the path that leads to nowhere." In fact, it was this song that inspired the title for my little poorly-executed "art" post awhile back. I must have had a weird look on my face, because he stopped and asked what was going on, so I explained, and I'm pretty sure I confused him even more. Then I told him it was related to this class and apparently that magically made everything clear to him, so there's that.
Nabokov, what have you done to me?
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