Reading Lolita (finally...), I came across the following sentence which I think is worth sharing:
"My heart beat like a drum as she sat down, cool skirt ballooning, subsiding, on the sofa next to me, and played with her glossy fruit. She tossed it up into the sun-dusted air, and caught it-it made a cupped polished plop"Love that ravishing 'sun-dusted'. I suspect I'm going to be saying that quite a bit. Although I probably won't say it's a quote from a fictional pederast...
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Humbert. Humbert. Humbug. Why does everyone deride thee, when despite your despicable pervery, you write such beautiful prose to describe your infatuation with this... well, child? A truly great book, disturbing and beautiful that addresses the male fixation with innocence and how that innocence never lasts. Dolores Haze, I hardly knew ye.
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