#nabokov

At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

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Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

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