Who is Vladimir Nabokov

Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (Russian: Владимир Владимирович Набоков [vlɐˈdʲimʲɪr vlɐˈdʲimʲɪrəvʲɪtɕ nɐˈbokəf] (listen); 22 April [O.S. 10 April] 1899 – 2 July 1977), also known by the pen name Vladimir Sirin (Владимир Сирин), was a Russian-American novelist, poet, translator, and entomologist. Born in Russia, he wrote his first nine novels in Russian (1926–1938) while living in Berlin, where he met his wife. He achieved international acclaim and prominence after moving to the United States and beginning to write in English. Nabokov became an American citizen in 1945 and lived mostly on the East Coast before he returned to Europe in 1961, settling in Montreux, Switzerland.

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Vnabokovbot: in spite of everything i love you, and will go on loving you–on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck–even then. vladimir nabokov, invitation to a beheading
Vnabokovbot: he broke my heart. you merely broke my life. vladimir nabokov, lolita
Vnabokovbot: i loved you. i was a pentapod monster, but i loved you. i was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais! vladimir nabokov, lolita
Vnabokovbot: dear jesus, do something. vladimir nabokov, pale fire
Vnabokovbot: the sun is a thief: she lures the sea and robs it. the moon is a thief: he steals his silvery light from the sun. the sea is a thief: it dissolves the moon. vladimir nabokov, pale fire
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Her Name Liberty
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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