Do you recognize this at all?
The shock of her death froze something in me. The child I loved was gone, but I kept looking for her - long after I had left my own childhood behind. The poison was in the wound, you see. And the wound wouldn't heal.
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this girl, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.
What I heard then was the melody of children at play. Nothing but that. And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not her absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.
The first correct answer will earn ten points.
Good luck to you!
Does this sound or look remotely familiar to you at all?
Those are all quotes from the movie Lolita. All said by Humbert...
Reply:When you pick a best answer can I let me know where that excerpt is from? I never heard it but I like it! Thank you.
Peace:
Amanda
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