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“In our hallway, ablaze with welcoming lights, my Lolita peeled off her sweater, shook her gemmed hair, stretched towards me two bare arms, raised one knee: “Carry me upstairs, please. I feel sort of romantic tonight.” It may interest physiologists to learn, at this point, that I have the ability - a most singular case, I presume - of shedding torrents of tears throughout the other tempest.”

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Lolita

Written by Vladimir Nabokov, this novel is known for its complex narrative structure and controversial subject matter. It follows the protagonist's infatuation with a 12-year-old girl named Dolores Haze, known as Lolita. The novel delves into the psychological and moral complexities of the relationship, while also examining the nature of love, desire, and innocence. more

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Vladimir Nabokov
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

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