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𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝘩𝘦𝘳 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝘢𝘴 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

[elegiaclilies]

. . . our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night—every night, every night—the moment I feigned sleep.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

(what mad hope or hate makes the young beast's flanks pulsate, what black stars pierce the heart of the tamer!)

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

. . . dry flowers crepitated softly. Venus came and went.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

Innumerable lovers have clipped and kissed on the trim turf of old-world mountainsides, on the innerspring moss, by a handy, hygienic rill, on rustic benches under the initialed oaks, and in so many cabanes in so many beech forests. But in the Wilds of American the open-air lover will not find it easy to indulge in the most ancient of all crimes and pastimes. Poisonous plants burn his sweetheart's buttocks, nameless insects sting his; sharp items of the forest floor prick his knees, insects hers; and all around there abides a sustained rustle of potential snakes—que dis-je, of semi extinct dragons!—while the crablike seeds of ferocious flowers cling, in a hideous green crust, to gartered black sock and sloppy white sock alike.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

. . . wide-eyed, unsung, innocent surrender . . .

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

. . . all gooseflesh and grit,

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise—a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames—but still a paradise.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

. . . celestial and solitary,

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

A forest in Arkansas and, on her brown shoulder, a raised purple-pink swelling (the work of some gnat) which I eased of its beautiful transparent poison between my long thumbnails and then sucked till I was gorged on her spicy blood.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

. . . lifesavers, sunglasses, adman visions of celestial sundaes, one half of a chocolate cake under glass, and several horribly experienced flies zigzagging over the sticky sugar-pour on the ignoble counters;

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

. . . the delicate beauty ever present in the margin of our undeserving journey.

[elegiaclilies]

Sweet hot jazz, square dancing, gooey fudge sundaes, musicals, movie magazines and so forth—these were the obvious items in her list of beloved things. The Lord knows how many nickels I fed to the gorgeous music boxes that came with every meal we had! I still hear the nasal voices of those invisibles serenading her, people with names like Sammy and Jo and Eddy and Tony and Peggy and Guy and Party and Rex and sentimental song hits, all of them as similar to my ear as her various candies were to my palate. She believed with a kind of celestial trust, any advertisement or advice that appeared in Movie Love or Screen Land—Starasil Starves Pimples, or "You better watch out if you're wearing your shirttails outside you jeans, gals, because Jill says you shouldn't." If a roadside sign said: VISIT OUR GIFT SHOP—we had to visit it, had to buy its Indian curios dolls, copper jewelry, cactus candy. The words "novelties and souvenirs" simply entranced her by their trochaic lilt. If some café sign proclaimed Icecold Drinks, she was automatically stirred, although all drinks everywhere were ice-cold. She it was to whom ads were dedicated: the ideal consumer, the subject and object of every foul poster. And she attempted—unsuccessfully—to patronize only those restaurants where the holy spirit of Huncan Dines had descended upon the cute paper napkins and cottage-cheese-crested salads.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

A combination of naïveté and deception, of charm and vulgarity, of blue sulks and rosy mirth, Lolita, when she chose, could be a most exasperating brat.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

It was something quite special, that feeling: an oppressive, hideous constraint as if I were sitting with the small ghost of somebody I had just killed.

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.

[elegiaclilies]

Nothing could have been more childish than her snubbed nose, freckled face or the purplish spot on her naked neck where a fairytale vampire had feasted,

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.