Monica Tarța

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Stendhal

Lucrurile se întâmplă în jurul nostru, nu ni se întâmplă nouă. Ceea ce alegem să luăm personal spune cel mai multe despre noi.

Însă, orice am alege, nu aș da sensibilitatea pentru nimic în lume.

Vladimir Nabokov

Cred că Nabokov este pentru arta de a scrie ceea ce este şi sărutul pentru dragoste.

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, an 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.

Ce simt eu atunci când aud că cineva nu l-a citit: puţină gelozie şi bucurie. Pentru Stendhal syndrome-ul care vine peste el.

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