I'm Thinking of Seeing the Great Pyramids...in Egypt

Thirty-one years ago today, my mother turned 31 and had a baby. That baby is me.

With that out of the way, I’ll froth to you about a book I’m reading: Nabokov’s “Pnin,” which leads me to wonder why I haven’t read all his books yet.

Here are two passages I love so far:

“Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.”

But unethically.

“There are some beloved women whose eyes, by a chance blend of brilliancy and shape, affect us not directly, not at the moment of shy perception, but in a delayed and cumulative burst of light when the heartless person is absent, and the magic agony abides, and its lenses and lamps are installed in the dark.”

Jesus.

Because there is nowhere to go (but out) after that, I’ll leave you with my (very specific and concrete) fortune from dinner last night:

“You long to see the great pyramids in Egypt.”

Have a great day.