For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.
--Vladimir Nabokov, On A Book Entitled Lolita.
Nabokov made it to the place where the "two seas" (the sea of lectio divina and the sea of lectio humana) meet.
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