"Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations."
"That swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed of ancient, fabulous forests where there were more birds than tigers and more fruit than thorns, and where, in some dappled depth, man's mind had been born."
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Source: Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (1951). “Speak, Memory: A Memoir”
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