Thursday, May 2, 2013

"that mimosa grove-- the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, 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."

-Nabokov, Lolita

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