When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain b — Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
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When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor on a lighted threshold at the far end of some impeccably narrowing corridor.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
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