Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. - Vladimir Nabokov

Because you took advantage of a sinner
Because you took advantage
Because you took
because you took advantage of my disadvantage

The few times I said to myself anywhere: ‘Now that’s a nice spot for a permanent home,’ I would immediately hear in my mind the thunder of an avalanche carrying away the hundreds of far places which I would destroy by the very act of settling in one particular nook of the earth.

And the most poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from the chorus.