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'Neither in environment nor heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the anonymous roller that pressed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visible when the lamp of art is made to shine through life's foolscap.' -- Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
The path travelled before
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