I know that my interests are infuriatingly esoteric in nature, but that can't be helped. My brain is a beehive of useless information which isn't, I suppose, strictly useless, if it enriches your life in some way. For instance, this morning I was enthralled by this piece in the NY Times about author Vladimir Nabokov's interest in all things lepidoptrous. Most especially his specialty, the Polyommatus Blues, a gorgeous pale blue butterfly. It appears that a scientific theory which he held way back when in the 1970's (a theory that was scoffed at) has finally been vindicated.I didn't know that the author of LOLITA and PALE FIRE and other literary classics was the Curator of Lepitoptera at the Museum of Comparative Zoology at Harvard University. Did you?
