Summer Week 1

Summer vacation week 1:

  1. Dinner with Allison, my best friend and sister
  2. My new home, aka my 9-5 and possibly more.
  3. Mother’s Day desserts
  4. The much deserved lava cake
  5. The destroyed lava cake

It’s been a busy week, interviewing, writing papers, relaxing. It finally feels like the first week of summer break for once. But tomorrow’s the start of a new 9-5 schedule, which I’m looking forward to but also nervous about. I want to do well and make a lasting impression. We’ll see. Other than that, I realized after tutoring today that I should start reading again (after the short hiatus from college reading). Read the first paragraph of Lolita inspired that.

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.

The prose is so gruesomely poetic. I love Nabokov’s prose and how his exiled history comes alive in his text. Hopefully I’ll get some reading done this summer, whether that’s reading old classics again or new modern twists.

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