When I caught up with your excellent essay today, crepitating was already on my mind. I've read _Pnin_ again after 45 years or so, and was struck by Nabokov dropping "crepitation" (a dictionary word if ever I saw one) into both chapter 2 and chapter 4, which seemed to me an uncaught reminder of _Pnin_'s start as a fix-up novel.
my π»πππππππ ππ πΏππ‘ππ πΏππ‘ππππ‘π’ππ by H. J. Rose (1960) says: "They are the perfection of schoolboy diligence in the art of verse-making, and if he had had the power, he might have gone on to write poetry."
Yes, I like the poem too. Thanks for this.
When I caught up with your excellent essay today, crepitating was already on my mind. I've read _Pnin_ again after 45 years or so, and was struck by Nabokov dropping "crepitation" (a dictionary word if ever I saw one) into both chapter 2 and chapter 4, which seemed to me an uncaught reminder of _Pnin_'s start as a fix-up novel.
my π»πππππππ ππ πΏππ‘ππ πΏππ‘ππππ‘π’ππ by H. J. Rose (1960) says: "They are the perfection of schoolboy diligence in the art of verse-making, and if he had had the power, he might have gone on to write poetry."
Sorry, who are they?
poems of N.
Ah I see. Burn!
Or brand, if you fancy the lucrative trade of bootleg whisky.
Famously, I do.