I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything.... : Quote by Vladimir Nabokov

“ I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost. ”

Vladimir Nabokov
  • From : Tyrants Destroyed and Other Stories
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