Speak, Memory

This from Nabokov’s Speak, Memory “His was the kind of colorful neurosis that should have been accompanied by genius but in his case was not, hence the search for a traveling shadow.” One could identify the subject of the observation. However it’s actually more fun to take it out of context to the extent it reveals more about the writer than one of the many specimens in the butterfly collection that he began when he was six. The memoir famously begins: "The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness." And this on his mother's quest for mushrooms. "Her main delight was in the quest, and this quest had its rules. Thus, no agarics were taken; all she picked were edible specimens of the genus Boletus (tawny edulis, brown scaber, red aurantiacus and a few close allies), called 'tube mushrooms' by some and coldly defined by mycologists as 'terrestrial, fleshy, putrescent, center stipitate fungi.'" 

read "Double Exposure" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star

read The Wormhole Society by Francis Levy

and read The Wormhole Society: The Graphic Novel by Francis Levy and Joseph Silver

and watch Wisconsin's "Jump Around"