t.y.t.o 2009

"What was it --- through everything terrible, nocturnal, unwieldy --- what was that thing? It had been last to move aside, reluctantly yielding to the huge, heavy wagons of sleep, and now it was the first to hurry back --- so pleasant, so very pleasant --- swelling, growing more distinct, suffusing his heart with warmth: Marthe is coming today!"

---Vladimir Nabokov, "Invitation to a Beheading"