Showing posts with label Lolita. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lolita. Show all posts

Friday, April 24, 2009

Life is not a spectator sport

Lolita is a creepy book Gab. It's not so beautiful. Not so much at all. 

The Big Bang Theory is hilarious, I agree it's gotten a little lazy, but it's still good.

Paul Schneider is my new husband.

BJ Novak's joke is pretty funny. Did he make it up himself? I guess not if it's his favourite. It would be a little cocky of him to say that his favourite joke was one of his own.

Renee

Probably the most beautiful thing I have ever read:

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Chapter 1

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 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. 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.