Once again I could go on and on about the masterpiece that is Pale Fire, but these few quotes will suffice for now. I wish I could just copy the whole poem into this blog, but parts of it live on in my mind forever and that is where it will stay for now!
"I recall seeing him from my porch, on a brilliant morning, burning a whole stack of them in the pale fire of the incinerator before which he stood with bent head like an official mourner among the wind-borne black butterflies of that backyard auto-da-fe."
"Windows, as well known, have been the solace of first-person literature throughout the ages."
"Solitude is the playfield of Satan."
"The evening is the time to praise the day"
"True art is above false honor."
"All the seven deadly sins are peccadilloes but without three of them, Pride, Lust and Sloth, poetry might never have been born."
"...until the red of the sunset had turned to the ashes of dusk..."
"...sometimes when the poet paced back and forth across his lawn, or sat down for a moment on the bench at the end of it, or paused under his favorite hickory tree, I could distinguish the expression of passionate interest, rapture and reverence, with which he followed the images wording themselves in his mind, and I knew that whatever my agnostic friend might say in denial, at that moment Our Lord was with him."
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