Speak, Kingfish
A Quick Note East Toward Home
Hey folks, I don’t have time for a long post today. I’m in transit back to Budapest, grabbing a few minutes at the Dallas airport to touch base. I pulled a few books off the shelves in my storage unit, to take back to Budapest. One of them is “Speak, Memory,” the intensely evocative memoir of Vladimir Nabokov. I started re-reading it on the flight from …
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