Speak, Memory--Ch. 7

"Like moons around Jupiter, pale moths revolved about a lone lamp. A dismembered newspaper stirred on a bench. Somewhere on the train one could hear muffled voices, somebody's comfortable cough." --Vladimir Nabokov, page 146

Chapter 7 was about riding on trains and the author's first experiences with love. I love this description of some of the things he remembers about trying to sleep on a train, especially "Like moons around Jupiter, pale moths revolved about a lone lamp." How beautiful! Nabokov paints a clear childlike portrait of traveling, and as always, has a unique way of describing everything.