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Lolita, or the Confession of a White Widowed Male
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo-lee-ta.
Speak, Memory
just before falling asleep, i often become aware of a kind of one-sided conversation going on in an adjacent section of my mind, quite independently from the actual trend of my thoughts. it is a neutral, detached anonymous voice, which …
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