"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 had ever seen or imagined on earth.
that I loved her more than anything I had 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.
this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child.
She could fade and wither - I didn't care.
I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face."
Lolita
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