Re-reading Lolita, and having a much different experience of it than I did upon my first time, at seventeen. What hasn’t changed is how fucking amazing some of the language is. Look at this fucking sentence:
“I believe the poor fierce-eyed child had figured out that with a mere fifty dollars in her purse she might somehow reach Broadway or Hollywood––or the foul kitchen of a diner (Help Wanted) in a dismal ex-prairie state, with the wind blowing, and the stars blinking, and the cars, and the bars, and the barmen, and everything soiled, torn, dead.”
Seriously, I give up.
Itinerantdaughter's Blog 
February 3, 2016 at 3:10 pm |
meh
On Wed, Feb 3, 2016 at 3:05 PM, Itinerantdaughters Blog wrote:
> itinerantdaughter posted: “Re-reading Lolita, and having a much different > experience of it than I did upon my first time, at seventeen. What hasn’t > changed is how fucking amazing some of the language is. Look at this > fucking sentence: “I believe the poor fierce-eyed child had fig” >
February 3, 2016 at 3:11 pm |
How dare you.
On Wed, Feb 3, 2016 at 3:10 PM, Itinerantdaughter's Blog wrote:
> Respond to this comment by replying above this line > New comment on Itinerantdaughter’s Blog > > *Matthew Levy commented on Guys, I Give Up > * > > Re-reading Lolita, and having a much different experience of it than I did > upon my first time, at seventeen. What hasn’t … > > meh > >
February 3, 2016 at 3:14 pm |
he lost me at “stars blinking”