POETRYEATER: Reachable, near and unlost amid the losses, this one thing remained:...
Reachable, near and unlost amid the losses, this one thing remained: language. This thing, language, remained unlost, yes, in spite of everything. But it had to go through its own loss of answers, had to go through terrifying muteness, had to go through the thousand darknesses of deathbringing…
Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.
— Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle, Vladimir Nabokov (via literarylust)
