"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Li. Ta ' ![]() |
This is found on the next MONO , dedicated to the classics of literature. What Nabokov
forgive me
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