às vezes penso, se não será tudo inocentemente possível, dr. Humbert Humbert

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta:

the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap,

at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one

sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on

the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.