Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet Age: five thousand three hundred days. - Vladimir Nabokov

A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.

The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive, of passing or having passed, or hoping to pass, through certain intense human emotions. It was a phenomenon of orientation rather than of art, thus comparable to stripes of paint on a roadside rock or to a pillared heap of stones marking a mountain trail.

"Good by-aye!" she chanted, my American sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this.