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Humbert:
I looked and looked at her and I knew,as clearly as I know that I will die,that I loved her more than anything I'd ever seen or imagined on earth.She was only dead leaf echo of the nymphet from from long ago...but I loved her,this Lolita,pale and polluted and big with another man's child.She could fade and wither.I didn't care.I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight other face
What I heard then was the melody of children at play. Nothing but that. And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.
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