The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.

The image of “blank pages” with “invisible ink” captures the paradox of artistic creation: before anything is written, the writer may already sense a latent, almost physical presence of the work-to-be. Nabokov frames inspiration not as a vague mood but as a pressure—words “clamoring” to surface—suggesting that composition is an act of revelation as much as invention. The “miraculous feeling” also hints at Nabokov’s frequent fascination with hidden patterns and preexisting designs, as if the finished text exists in potential and the author’s task is to make it legible. The metaphor dignifies drafting as discovery, while acknowledging the uncanny compulsion that drives writing.