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Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?

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A pesar de nuestras trifulcas, a pesar de su malhumor, a pesar de todas sus protestas y caras largas, y a pesar de la vulgaridad, el peligro y la horrible incertidumbre de todo aquello, continuaba sintiéndome a gusto en el paraíso que había elegido; un paraíso cuyos cielos eran del color de las llamas del infierno, pero un paraíso al fin y al cabo.

A pesar de nuestras trifulcas, a pesar de su malhumor, a pesar de todas sus protestas y caras largas, y a pesar de la vulgaridad, el peligro y la horrible incertidumbre de todo aquello, continuaba sintiéndome a gusto en el paraíso que había elegido; un paraíso cuyos cielos eran del color de las llamas del infierno, pero un paraíso al fin y al cabo.

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Pienso en bisontes y ángeles, en el secreto de los pigmentos perdurables, en los sonetos proféticos, en el refugio del arte. Y ésta es la única inmortalidad que tú y yo podemos compartir, Lolita.

Pienso en bisontes y ángeles, en el secreto de los pigmentos perdurables, en los sonetos proféticos, en el refugio del arte. Y ésta es la única inmortalidad que tú y yo podemos compartir, Lolita.

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Lolita (33)

In the gay town of Lepingville I bought her four books of comics, a box of candy, a box of sanitary pads, two cokes, a manicure set, a travel clock with a luminous dial, a ring with a real topaz, a tennis racket, roller skates with white high shoes, field glasses, a portable radio set, chewing gum, a transparent raincoat, sunglasses, some more garments- swooners, shorts, all kinds of summer frocks. At the hotel we had separate rooms, but in the middle of the night she came sobbing into mine, and we made it up very gently. You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.

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Lolita (I)

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate 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 Dolly at the school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. 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. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was summer. You can always count on a murder for a fancy prose style.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

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