Notes on a Committee of Souls
Pnin slowly walked under the solemn pines.
The sky was dying.
He did not believe in an autocratic God.
He did believe, dimly,
in a democracy of ghosts.
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 to the destinies
of the quick.
formed committees, and these,
in continuous session,
attended to the destinies
of the quick.
--- From Pnin
Vladimar Nabokov
As quoted by Anthony Lane,
The New Yorker 10 July 2017
Vladimar Nabokov
As quoted by Anthony Lane,
The New Yorker 10 July 2017