His lawyer, my good friend and relation, Clarence Choate Clark, Esq. My task proved simpler than either of us had anticipated. Thecaretakers of the various cemeteries involved report that no ghosts walk. True, not a single obscene term is to be found in the whole work; indeed, the robust philistine who is conditioned by modern conventions into accepting without qualms a lavish array of four-letter words in a banal novel, will be quite shocked by their absence here.
John M. He is ponderously capricious. Many of his casual opinions on the people and scenery of this country are ludicrous. A desperate honesty that throbs through his confession does not absolve him from sins of diabolical cunning. He is abnormal. He is not a gentleman. But how magically his singing violin can conjure up a tendresse, a compassion for Lolita that makes us entranced with the book while abhorring its author!
As a work of art, it transcends its expiatory aspects; and still more important to us than scientificsignificanceandliteraryworth, istheethicalimpactthebookshouldhaveontheseriousreader; for in this poignant personal study there lurks a general lesson; the wayward child, the egotistic mother, the panting maniac — these are not only vivid characters in a unique story: they warn us of dangerous trends; they point out potent evils. Lolita, light of my life, fireofmyloins. Lo-lee-ta:thetipof the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
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. Did she have a precursor?
She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer.
