📔 Lolita

There, on the soft sand, a few feet away from our elders, we would sprawl all morning, in a petrified paroxysm of desire, and take advantage of every blessed quirk in space and time to touch each other: […]

I realised I was the only shopper in that rather eerie place where I moved about fishlike, in a glaucous aquarium […]

From the aproned pot-scrubber to the flanneled potentate, everyone liked me, everyone petted me. Elderly American ladies leaning on their canes listed towards me like towers of Pisa. Ruined Russian princesses who could not pay my father, bought me expensive bonbons.