finita-la-commedia:“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”– Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To

finita-la-commedia:“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”– Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To

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Memoryslandscape: “I Felt Perfectly At Home, Nowhere.” — Hélène Cixous, From “My Algeriance, In Other Words: To Depart, Not To Arrive From Algeria,” Stigmata: Escaping Texts (Routledge, 1998)

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