- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
"A normal man given a group photograph or Girl scouts and asked to point out the comeliest one will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them. You have to be an artist or a madmen, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your lions and a super-voluptuous flame and permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable sign---the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limb, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate---the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious of herself of her fantastic power"