I will not forget the thought of the monkey as I am reading through the novel.... but one of the funniest parts of this video is when they move from the table to the couch. I laughed out loud at that because, perhaps I missed them say something, but it was like they all of a sudden wanted to become more intimate with their conversation, they all knew hat was going on, and just stood up and walked to the couch. How very funny and perhaps important to the whole video.... let me know what you think of it in comments, or if I should post the second part on the blog? :)
I love this! You're right that it's hysterical when they move to the couch...how bizarre. I had to go back to make sure I heard right - I love that he says his only goal is to produce a "sob in the spine" of the reader. Yes, definitely post the next installment. Emily
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Heiwa ni suru! "Go in peace yall"
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Yataa! Watashitachi wa owarimasu! We are just about done. Everyone still
has one more trial left for this class, but it's in the bag. I feel like
maybe I d...
"Last Post"
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This might not actually be my last post.
I hope to read more Nabokov over the holidays, and though fewer people may
read my posts, I may still continue to b...
Paper, Little overdue
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“Easy, you know, does it, son.”
“But the future has no such reality (as the pictured past and the perceived
present possess); the future is but a figure ...
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Nabokov.
Master of Puppets
“Ye airs and winds, ye elves of hills, of brooks of woods alone, of
standing lake, and of the n...
The Electric Spark
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The Electric Spark
In the first sentence of his biography Speak Memory, Vladimir Nabokov gives
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Final Thoughts
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This will be my last posting to this blog. I know that this last entry has
fallen behind the deadline, but as this is simply a parting farewell to
this cla...
Finally I'm going to be honest
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This class was the only class that I wanted to drowned in, but because this
was my extra curricular "fun class" I couldn't give it the time I wanted to
giv...
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How does one finish this class in a blog? This was certainly a course
unlike any other i have ever taken and will probably ever take again. When
i first le...
And in Conclusion...
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I suppose this is the last thing before I begin again ... riverrun (does it
son, you know).
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Now, we're supposed to make some sort of final post, yet I'm not quite sure
what to post. Nothing seems final. We've really only finished the semester,
Tha...
final thoughts...
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This class has ruined me. It has ruined me and all of the novels I liked to
read before it. I have been waiting, very impatiently I might add, to read
the ...
Closing Words
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As always, I really enoyed Dr. Sexons class this semester. One can always
count on his class to be entertaining as well as informative. It is for
professor...
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This class has been one of the most mentally challenging classes since I
made the mistake of trying to be an electrical engineer. What makes this
class ama...
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As I was going though *Speak, Memory* when writing my final paper, I came
across an interesting quote, something that I had missed before. "To fix
correctl...
Final Pondering
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Shaman Sexson asked for something a little mad, a little brilliant. mad
brilliance, brilliant madness.
here we are, mere mortals surrounded by the divine....
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Thanks for the ride Vlad. The journey has just begun and I look forward to
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understand...
Last Thoughts
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Dr. Sexson wrapped up the class so eloquently today that I don't think
anything I say can really do it justice. I already kind of blogged a little
"last th...
The Last Blog
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Wow.... i cant believe that today is that last day that our class will be
meeting. like i had said last time, i cant think that we have done all the
discov...
Final Thoughts
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"I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the
stronger and stranger it is." -N.
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The Last Word
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I am pretty sure it is quite impossible to conjure up a last word or words
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an in...
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First ~ I have more ideas for my paper...the paper that never
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do that...must be b...
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I sat at my desk and thought about the future and the past in spectral
shadow. A group of crows clustered together in a naked tree to share their
warmth. E...
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guy?"I...
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This is my first post for the class Studies in a Major Author: Vladimir
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My first conscious memory that I have been able to hold onto throughout my...
I love this! You're right that it's hysterical when they move to the couch...how bizarre.
ReplyDeleteI had to go back to make sure I heard right - I love that he says his only goal is to produce a "sob in the spine" of the reader.
Yes, definitely post the next installment.
Emily