Listen to the girl
As she takes on half the world
Moving up and so alive
In her honey dripping beehive ♪
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Title: Lolita
Artist: Vladimir Nabokov
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Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. Read by Jeremy Irons. (via guro-tan)
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
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The Tree Of Life (2011)
“Mas eu tinha uma saída conciliadora, que era refugiar-me em tudo que fosse “belo e sublime”, em sonhos, naturalmente. Eu era um terrível sonhador, sonhava até por três meses seguidos, enfiado no meu canto, e creiam-me: nesses momentos eu não me parecia com aquele senhor que, na perturbação de seu coração de galinha, costurava uma pele de castor alemã à gola do seu capote. De repente me transformava em herói.”
Trecho do livro Notas do Subsolo de Dostoiévski.
All-Sky Milky Way
Copyright: processing Lorenzo Comolli, images Lorenzo Comolli, Luigi Fontana, Giosuè Ghioldi, Emmanuele Sordini
This single image is able to show the entire sky, thanks to the truly dark sky of the Namibian savanna and to the absence of mountains. Only some small trees from the Tivoli farm are visible toward West.
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