‘Someday, she mused, one’s past must be put in order. Retouched, retaken. Certain “wipes” and “inserts” will have to be made in the picture; certain telltale abrasions in the emulsion will have to be corrected; “dissolves” in the sequence discreetly combined with the trimming out of unwanted, embarrassing “footage”, and definite guarantees obtained; yes, someday – before death with its clap-stick closes the scene.’
— Vladimir Nabokov, Ada