“….and her sobs in the night - every night, every night - the moment I feigned sleep.”
—
Nabokov’s Lolita
In the habit of people posting the same handful of poetic, “romantic” lines from the novel, I chose one which I think perfectly exemplifies Humbert’s attitude toward Dolores Haze.
For every girl out there calling herself a nymphet.
(via mandala-lore)
