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Vladimir Nabokov’s butterfly maps, photos, and delicate, detailed drawings are precious. In “Speak, Memory” he wrote, “I have hunted butterflies in various climes and disguises; as a pretty boy in knickerbockers and sailor cap; as a lanky cosmopolitan expatriate in flannel bags and beret; as a fat hatless old man in shorts”.
What are my obsessions and where will they take me?
