Friday, July 19, 2013

Saturday Quote: Vladimir Nabokov

" Around that time the last wild strawberries, rain-soaked and sweet, were ripening in the ditches. She was unusually fond of them, in fact she was more or less permanently sucking something–a stalk, a leaf, a fruit drop…Ganin now tried to recapture that scent again, mixed with the fresh smells of the autumnal park, but, as we know, memory can restore to life everything except smells, although nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it."

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