洛丽塔，我生命之光，我欲念之火。我的罪恶，我的灵魂。
洛一丽一塔：舌尖向上，分三步，从上颚往下轻轻落在牙齿上。洛。丽。塔。
在早晨，她就是洛，普普通通的洛，穿一只袜子，身高四尺十寸。穿上宽松裤时，她是洛拉。在学校里她是多丽。
正式签名时她是多洛雷斯。可在我的怀里，她永远是洛丽塔。
在她之前还有过别人吗？有的，确实有的。事实上，可能从来也没有什么洛丽塔，要不是我在一个夏天曾爱上了一个女童。在海边一片王子的领地。在什么时候？就是那一年，洛丽塔还有多少年才降临世间，我的岁数就有多少。你放心，杀人犯总能写出一手妙文。
陪审团的女士们、先生们，第一件证物正是被六翼天使，那个误传的、简单的、羽翼高贵的六翼天使所嫉妒的。且看这段纠缠不清的痛苦心史吧。
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Lo. Lee. Ta. 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, an 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. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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