July 5, 2008
“I’ll die if you touch me,” I said. “You are sure you are not coming with me? Is there no hope of your coming? Tell me only this.” “No,” she said. “No, honey, no.” She had never called me honey before. A passage from Lolita that sealed the importance of that book for me. So heart-wrenching. It was proof that despite everything, it was a real love story.

“I’ll die if you touch me,” I said. “You are sure you are not coming with me? Is there no hope of your coming? Tell me only this.”

“No,” she said. “No, honey, no.”

She had never called me honey before.

A passage from Lolita that sealed the importance of that book for me. So heart-wrenching. It was proof that despite everything, it was a real love story.