James Twiggs[.In addition to
Norquist, Matt Roth and Jansy Mello have responded to my message of 2/20/12.
Meantime, a separate (but overlapping) discussion, under the same
subject-designation, has sprouted up, involving Stadlen, Gwynn, and
Norquist.[...] The interested reader, if there are any, can follow along, easily
enough I think, by referring to the postings labeled 'Nabokov and
Twelve-Year-Old Girls'.” ] "...I think that
few readers in the 1950s would have used the phrase “divine love” to describe
the novel. Discussion of VN’s Gnosticism was still several years away, wasn’t
it? "
JM: The Wittgenstein anedocte you
mention is very funny and to the point: "The older I grow the more I
realize how terribly difficult it is for people to understand each other, and I
think that what misleads one is the fact that they all look so much like each
other. If some people looked like elephants and others like cats, or fish, one
wouldn't expect them to understand each other and
things would look much more like what they really are." Perhaps Jeffrey Masson
could be consulted to set things right. *
Already in Lolita there are contrasting
views about "divine love" and it's almost impossible to ascertain what
opinions about a transcendental otherworld were shared by HH and his
creator.
The most enigmatic sentence I
isolated today, one related to some kind of redemption (or
to the Freudian term "sublimation of instinctual urges"), lies in
one of its closing paragraphs:"When I started, fifty-six days ago, to write
Lolita, first in the psychopathic ward for observation, and then in this
well-heated, albeit tombal, seclusion, I thought I would use these notes in toto
at my trial, to save not my head, of course, but my
soul." A longr excerpt from
this paragraph is quoted
below.**
It's been a rare pleasure to exchange a few ideas with
you today at the N-List.
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*- "Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson is the bestselling
author of 9 books on the emotional life of animals. His book, Dogs Never Lie
About Love, has sold over 1 million copies worldwide. His latest book is Dogs
Make Us Human..." (online advert)
** - It refers to the moment when the police arrested
HH after Q's murder. They bring up an event that took place
approximately two years before that - and close to
when Lolita left him at the hospital and he decided to shoot "his
brother.". Although he hadn't killed anyone at that time, he
admits that he submitted to the cops because he was
afraid that he'd be accused of child-molestation (and
then he mentions "a life of crime") and, therefore, his
murderous project concerning his "fiend" could not be carried out. The
timing in very neat.
"I
was soon to be taken out of the car [ ] like a patient [
] And while I was waiting for them to run up to me on the high slope, I evoked a
last mirage of wonder and hopelessness. One day, soon after her disappearance,
an attack of abominable nausea forced me to pull up on the ghost of an old
mountain road that now accompanied, now traversed a brand new
highway[ ] As I approached the friendly abyss, I grew aware of a
melodious unity of sounds rising like vapor from a small mining town that lay at
my feet, in a fold of the valley [ ] But even brighter than those
quietly rejoicing colors [ ] both brighter and dreamier to the ear
than they were to the eye, was that vapory vibration of accumulated sounds that
never ceased for a moment, as it rose to the lip of granite where I stood wiping
my foul mouth. And soon I realized that all these sounds were of one
nature[ ] Reader! What I heard was but the melody of children at play
[ ] I stood listening to that musical vibration from my lofty slope
[ ] and then I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not
Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that
concord.[ ] When I started, fifty-six days ago, to write Lolita, first in the psychopathic ward
for observation, and then in this well-heated, albeit tombal, seclusion, I
thought I would use these notes in toto at my trial, to save not my head, of
course, but my soul. In mind-composition, however, I realized that I could not
parade living Lolita. I still may use parts of this memoir in hermetic sessions,
but publication is to be deferred.[ ] "