Interviewer: What Difference In Usage Would You Point Out In These Three Languages [Russian, English,

Interviewer: What difference in usage would you point out in these three languages [Russian, English, French], these three instruments?

Nabokov: Nuances. If you take framboise in French, for example, it's a scarlet color, a very red color. In English, the word raspberry is rather dull, with perhaps a little brown or violet. A rather cold color. In Russian it's a burst of light, malinovoe; the word has associations of brilliance, of gaiety, of ringing bells. How can you translate that?

- Vladimir Nabokov, Think, Write, Speak: Uncollected Essays, Reviews, Interviews and Letters to the Editor. Bryan Boyd and Anastasia Tolstoy, Eds.

Possibly Ancient Roman gold ring with hieroglyphs on the reverse. Found in the Princeton Museum of Art. 

Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (2001)

SALT OF THE EARTH: High in Peru’s Andes Mountains, members of a 600-year-old co-op harness gravity and sunlight to harvest the world’s most elemental seasoning - photography: Juan Manuel Castro Pieto - text: Katy McColl - Modern Farmer Summer 2016

“Members of the town’s co-op harvest a small batch of early salt crystals; they’ll return when the water evaporate and leaves behind a much larger haul. Their high hats identify the pair as mestizas, women of mixed native and foreign heritage.”

“Roughly 3,000 shallow salt pools cover Qaqawiñay mountain near Maras, Peru.”

“When I was two, we lived in Lima, Peru, for a year, and all of us, mother, father, brothers, and I, went up into the Andes once, and then sailed across Lake Titicaca, from Peru to Bolivia. Lake Titicaca, one of those high-altitude lakes, Tahoe, Como, Constance, Atitlán, like blue eyes staring back at the blue sky. One day a few years ago my mother took out of her cedar chest the turquoise blouse she bought for me on that trip to Bolivia, a miniature of the native women’s outfits. When she unfolded the little garment and gave it to me, the living memory of wearing the garment collided shockingly with the fact that it was so tiny, with arms less than a foot long, with a tiny bodice for a small cricket cage of a ribcage that was no longer mine, and the shock was that my vivid memory included what it felt like to be inside that brocade shirt but not the fact that inside it I had been so diminutive, had been something utterly other than my adult self who remembered. The continuity of memory did not measure the abyss between a toddler’s body and a woman’s. When I recovered the blouse, I lost the memory, for the two were irreconcilable. It vanished in an instant, and I saw it go… Sometimes gaining and losing are more intimately related than we like to think. And some things cannot be moved or owned. Some light does not make it all the way through the atmosphere, but scatters.”

— Rebecca Solnit. (via kuanios)