And Presently I Was Driving Through The

Ada Girl, Adored Girl, [...] I'm A Radiant Void. I'm Convalescing After A Long And Dreadful Illness. You Cried Over My Unseemly Scar, But Now Life Is Going To Be Nothing But Love And Laughter, And Corn In Cans. I Cannot Brood Over Broken Hearts, Mine Is Too Recently Mended.

I Shall Be Dumped Where The Weed Decays, And The Rest Is Rust And Stardust

At Eight, He Had Once Told His Mother That He Wanted To Paint Air.

The Clumsiest Literal Translation Is A Thousand Times More Useful Than The Prettiest Paraphrase.

Pnin Slowly Walked Under Solemn Pines. The Sky Was Dying. He Did Not Believe In An Autocratic God. He Did Believe, Dimly, In A Democracy Of Ghosts. The Souls Of The Dead, Perhaps, Formed Committees, And These, In Continuous Session, Attended The Destinies Of The Quick.