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Lolita

“You revolting creature. I was a daisy-fresh girl, and look what you’ve done to me. I ought to call the police and tell them you raped me.”

“My sin, my soul, Lo-lee-ta. The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palette, to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.”

“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four-feet-ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolores on the dotted line, but in my arms she was always Lolita.”

“Oh, you dirty, dirty old man.”

“ In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea.”

“Don’t touch me. I’ll die if you touch me.”