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"Pnin slowly walked under solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly, in a democracy of ghosts. The souls of the dead, perhaps, formed committees, and these, in continuous session, attended the destinies of the quick."
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Source: Vladimir Nabokov (2011). “Pnin”, p.136, Vintage
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