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Household archaeology...
At about 2:30 pm Central, Galina called to say she was driving through San Antonio, having decided to give what I now call "the southern route" a try. Unless I miss my guess, she should be about at Ft. Stockton right now, where she'll hang a right onto Highway 285 and head for Roswell.
After taking care of some business, I decided to go into the storeroom under the verandah and bring out the last few boxes of books. I was pleasantly surprised with what I found, and for a few minutes, I provided enough spirit in my office to simulate a fair-sized reunion among flesh-and-blood friends.
I was particularly happy to find my copy of Nabokov's two-volume translation of Pushkin's Eugene Onegin - the translation so few people like, but which I like very much - as I have never really had the time to go through the 900-page second volume, consisting of Nabokov's detailed annotations of the work. (For comparison, the translation of the poem itself, in Volume 1, is only about 240 pages long.)
I also found the volume of Jack Vance's short stories that Feht had given to me on my birthday, back in 2001. It is part of the Vance Integral Edition, and I had despaired of ever finding it again.
Galina will be here tomorrow. Perhaps I should give the upstairs just one more dusting.
Cheers...
After taking care of some business, I decided to go into the storeroom under the verandah and bring out the last few boxes of books. I was pleasantly surprised with what I found, and for a few minutes, I provided enough spirit in my office to simulate a fair-sized reunion among flesh-and-blood friends.
I was particularly happy to find my copy of Nabokov's two-volume translation of Pushkin's Eugene Onegin - the translation so few people like, but which I like very much - as I have never really had the time to go through the 900-page second volume, consisting of Nabokov's detailed annotations of the work. (For comparison, the translation of the poem itself, in Volume 1, is only about 240 pages long.)
I also found the volume of Jack Vance's short stories that Feht had given to me on my birthday, back in 2001. It is part of the Vance Integral Edition, and I had despaired of ever finding it again.
Galina will be here tomorrow. Perhaps I should give the upstairs just one more dusting.
Cheers...