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...eternal credit, when a flock of 4½-year-olds descended in the middle of my afternoon nap, she rose to the occasion, conjuring a cake out of her pantry and a celebration out of thin summer air. It's true that for years afterward, she wouldn't let me forget it, that party I'd somehow arranged in the sandbox without permission. Eventually I reminded her of the important part, that when you are 3, going for the entire year without your friends hoisting you up to 4 seems cosmically wrong...
...containers are full of all sorts of mushrooms--shiitake, reishi and pom-pom, to name a few. But Philip Ross, an artist, an inventor and a seriously obsessed amateur mycologist, isn't interested in the fancy caps we like to eat. What he's after are the fungi's thin, white rootlike fibers. Underground, they form a vast network called a mycelium. Far West Fungi's dirt-free hothouses pack in each mycelium so densely that it forms a mass of bright white spongy matter...
...chance to rest my weary head on the thin carpeting of a Cornell University dormitory...
...forget who exactly had thought the idea up, but I remember, after a brief and excited discussion, pinning a printout U.S. map to the wall, with a thin pencil line charting a bus route from East Coast to West. Going cross-country by Grey-hound, I thought, would be something: distance I could feel. More pressingly, my free moments were ticking away. Summers were starting to disappear, and in the not so distant future I’d have to get a job that, unless I became a teacher like my parents, would involve a sprinkled dribble of vacation days...
...outward lewdness, but for its relentlessly dispassionate treatment of a traditionally pornographic subject. There’s something of the scalpel in those descriptions of 12-year-old Lo’s “pre-adolescently incurved back, that ivory-smooth, sliding sensation of her skin through the thin frock.” Of course, such detached precision—each word set down deliberately as a pin through the thorax of a butterfly—was for Nabokov a conscious choice, allowing him to scale ever more crystalline summits...