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“That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a nymphet was groping under me for a lost marble), and asked if I had stomachache, the insolent hag. Ah, leave me alone in my pubescent park, in my mossy garden. Let them play around me forever. Never grow up.”

😨

“My little cup brims with tiddles.”
Oh my god?

I shall now analyze this sentence via analytical prose. The (now repeated) mention of “tiddle cup” serves in reference to the traditional parlour game, ‘tiddlywinks.’ We, humble members of the jury, are therefore made privy to Humberts’ malicious, malevolent desires throughout the course of Humberts’ sadistic, albeit breathtaking, wordplay.

“Humbert was perfectly capable of intercourse with Eve, but it was Lilith he longed for.”

“Now I wish to introduce the following idea. Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as “nymphets.”

What the fuck

“But that mimosa grove—the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honeydew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since—until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.”

“It is as if a painter said: look, here I’m going to show you not the painting of a landscape, but the painting of different ways of painting a certain landscape, and I trust their harmonious fusion will disclose the landscape as I intend you to see it.”