Vladimir Nabokov. Ultima Thule
Vladimir Nabokov. ULTIMA THULE
"In the first place," said Falter, "I call your attention to the follow ing curious catch: any man is mortal; you are a man; therefore, it is also possible that you are not mortal. Why? Because a specified man (you or I) for that very reason ceases to be any man. Yet both of us are indeed mortal, but I am mortal in a different way than you."
"Don't spite my poor logic, but give me a plain answer: is there even a glimmer of one's identity beyond the grave, or does it all end in ideal darkness?"
"Bon," said Falter, as is the habit of Russian emigres in France. &qu