Oakleigh’s Reviews > Lolita > Status Update

"I insist the world must know how much I loved my Lolita, this Lolita, pale and polluted, and big with another's child, but still gray-eyed, still sooty lashed, still auburn and almond, still Carmencita, still mine..."

Go to hell H.H. Even now he's still only describing her in the physical. He doesn't even hate her personality, he refuses to acknowledge that it even exists...

"He was the only man she had ever been crazy about."
"In her washed-out grey eyes, strangely spectacled, our poor romance was for a moment reflected, pondered upon, and dismissed like a dull party, like a rainy picnic to which only the fullest bores had come, like a humdrum exercise, like a bit of dry mud caking her childhood."

"The gentle and dreamy regions through which I crept were the patrimonies of poets—not crime's prowling ground."

So desperate (every page) to prove he's not a monster.

"...try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let's even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling."

Creepy, horrible, disingenuous, predator...

She was on the whole an obedient little girl and I kissed her in the neck when we got back into the car.
'Dont do that,' she said looking at me with unfeigned suprise. 'Dont drool on me. You dirty man.'

"...the majority of sex offenders that hanker for some throbbing, sweet-moaning, physical but not necessarily coital, relation with a girl-child, are innocuous, inadequate, passive, timid strangers who merely ask the community to allow them to pursue their practically harmless, so-called aberrant behaviour, their little hot wet private acts of sexual deviation without the police and society cracking down upon them."

"...Humbert the Hound, the sad-eyed degenerate cur clasping the boot that would presently kick him away."

"I began creeping up to her—"crippling" up to her, as pantomimists say. My arms and legs were convex surfaces between which—rather than upon which—I slowly progressed by some neutral means of locomotion: Humbert the Wounded Spider. I must have taken hours to reach her: I seemed to see her through the wrong end of a telescope, and towards her taut little rear I moved like some paralytic, on soft distorted limbs..."

"Aging ape eyes"
"...the little Herr Doktor who was to cure me of all my aches."
"... my knees were like the reflections of knees in rippling water..."

Altogether a heady description of first meeting.

"Aging ape eyes"