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Quote by Vladimir Nabokov

“There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.”

Book:The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated

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The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated

This annotated edition of Vladimir Nabokov's 'Lolita' includes detailed commentary and scholarly notes that provide insight into the novel's language, themes, and historical context. The revised and updated version offers a deeper understanding of the work, making it an essential resource for readers and scholars alike. more

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Vladimir Nabokov

Russian-born American novelist, best known for his novel 'Lolita'. Nabokov is renowned for his unique literary style and profound use of language and symbolism. more

“The rose fell into his lap, and he looked up, startled. Mimi grinned. "Hey handsom" Mimi sent. "What's up?" Jack replied, without speaking. "Just thinking of you." Jack's smile deepened, and he threw the rose back at her so that it landed in her lap. Mimi tucked it behind her ear and fluttered her eyelashes appreciatively.”

Thinking Behinds Ears Rose Hey Lap Eyelashes Thinking Of You Mimi Just Thinking Of You

Author:Melissa de la Cruz

“He said he would come in,' the White Queen went on, `because he was looking for a hippopotamus. Now, as it happened, there wasn't such a thing in the house, that morning.' Is there generally?' Alice asked in an astonished tone. Well, only on Thursdays,' said the Queen.”

Wells Said House White Morning Happened Queens Tone Thursday Hippopotamus

Book:Alice Through the Looking Glass

Source: Alice Through the Looking Glass

“Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuee! Nuee! A lightdress fluttered. She was gone. And into the river that had been a stream . . . there fell a tear, a singult tear, the loveliest of all tears . . . for it was a leaptear. But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping as though her heart was brook: Why, why, why! Weh, O weh! I'se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay!”