Lolita de Vladimir Nabokov
Until I could safely marry my little Creole: for I must confess that depending on the conditiion of my glands and ganglia, I could switch in the course of the same day from one pole of insanity to the other - from the thougt that around 1950 I would have to get rid somehow of a difficult adolescent whose magic nymphage had evaporated-to the thought that with patience and luck I might have her produce eventually a nymphet with my blood in her exquisite veins, a Lolita the Second, who would be eight or nine around 1960, when I would still be danse la force l'âge; indeed, the telescopy of my mind, or un-mind, was strong enough to distinguish in the remoteness of time a vieillard encore vert - or wast it green rot?-bizarre, tender, salivating Dr. Humbert, practicing on supremely lovely Lolita the Third the art of being a granddad.
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