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Vladimir Nabokov. LANCE
in the middle of the Tharsis desert (if it is a desert) or near some purple pool— Phoenicis or Oti (if these are lakes after all). But on the other hand... You see, as things go in such matters, something is sure to be solved at once, terribly and irrevocably, while other things come up one by one and are puzzled out gradually. When I was a boy...
When I was a boy of seven or eight, I used to dream a vaguely recurrent dream set in a certain environment, which I have never been able to recognize and identify in any rational manner, though I have seen many strange lands. I am inclined to make it serve now, in order to patch up a gaping hole, a raw wound in my story. There was nothing spec