Tuesday, May 25, 2010

In my arms she was always Lolita.

I am reading Vladimir Nabokov's 'Lolita' at the moment. It is a little disturbing but it is so beautifully written. I wanted to share with you a small segment. In context the segment is not exactly beautiful. However taken out of context I find it quite lovely.
'..."Let me follow a train of thought."
I thought. More than a minute passed.
"All right. Come on."
"Was I on that train?"
"You certainly were."'
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