“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip.
And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain.
It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern―to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal.” Vladimir Nabokov
5 thoughts on “Vladimir Nabokov on butterflies and timelessness”
I know! discovered by accident and picked up like a shiny penny 🙂
What a writer. Words that beckon contemplation of such strength that the reader slips outside of time.
Yes, whispers from beyond time and place, words last forever, even if people don’t 🙂