"I looked and looked at her.And i knew,as clearly as i know that i will die,that i loved her more than anything i'd ever seen or imagined on earth.
She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago,but i loved her - this Lolita,pale and polluted and big with another man's child.She could fare and wither - i didnt care.I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face."
-Vladimir Nabokov.
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lolita
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