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reading nabokov feels like filling my head with the crude fluid of life's pureness and naked emotion. intense and concentrated, injected into my occipital lobe and seeping into my medulla...trickling down my spinal cord and flooding my body with a sensation so strong i doubt for a second it's only a book, and suspect that i have actually ingested a feral substance like fire, consuming me from the inside-out in a delicious disinfecting ritual.