“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, “The Art of Literature and Commonsense”
[See Dylan Nice and William Gaddis.]
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, “The Art of Literature and Commonsense”
[See Dylan Nice and William Gaddis.]