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“He’d wag his horn rimmed head, smile secretively, wink, and proclaim his astonishment: ‘Still on Lolita?�� Then he’d issue a past master’s chuckle by way of letting me know that he and I were joined in some scatological conspiracy. It never occurred to him that I might be reading the book for the fourth or fifth time, and as the days passed I know he came to regard me as either depraved or the most moronic reader in Christendom. ‘Still on Lolita!�� became a recurring din, like a daily summons to waken.�� Frederick Exley �� A Fan's Notes
Pharisees don’t read books �� they just form opinions about them�� And their opinion is their castle.

The passion I had developed for that nymphet, for the first nymphet in my life that could be reached at last by my awkward, aching, timid claws, would have certainly landed me again in a sanatorium, had not the devil realized that I was to be granted some relief if he wanted to have me as a plaything for some time longer.

When one is tortured with desire one has no place to hide�� And Vladimir Nabokov’s profound immersion into an analysis of such desire that sweeps all the moral bans on its way was unprecedented. And he managed to raise his revolutionary novel high above the pornography �� to the level of true immortal art.

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.

To some love is an obsession for life and to some it is nothing but a trinket for a day.