may 26th, 2009, 11:32 pm

i just finished nabokov’s lolita. during chapter 29 of part ii, i had the continuous urge to throw the book against a wall, hoping that it would shatter into pieces. this doesn’t mean that i disliked the book—in fact, it is one of the best i’ve read.

—and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else.
nabokov, lolita, 277