/lit/ - Literature

>>17788881
>post a sample then because i have a strong suspicion you only think it's "exactly like nabokov"
Here you go; please be delighted:

Embraced and hopelessly lost in this ineffable mixture of madness and joy, my arms resting around her thin torso and my chin at the back of her neck, naked in body and soul, we achieved that loss of consciousness that I so simultaneously desired and dreaded, wishing that all of this could last forever. And for some unique and peculiar people, there comes a time in their lives when they wish they could live forever, and who, besides desiring immortality, feel that perhaps that happiness that abounds in their consciences could banish the fear death of this world forever, completely, absoutely, and irremediably. For these there comes a moment in their lives in which there abounds in their consciousness a feeling of the ineffable perfection that surrounds their World and extends beyond just themselves - that death no longer exists, and that there is something beyond, ultimately superior to the lowly ego, guaranteeing them eternal life. Yes, we do feel and do become immortal during those moments of unspeakable happiness. That had been one of those moments.

I woke up. Dark room. I could smell the delicacy of the perfume of her hair. I thought: Oh, how I loved her so! The intertwined scarlet-red follicles that pricked the skin of my manly torso under the blanket divided between both of our bodies; I remembered those hot kisses that soaked my soul and conscience the day before. O how I loved that Mary Magdalene of mine! Were I to become her Christ the Redeemer or merely a Mephistopheles? Had her been my Madonna or the simply the Harlot of Babylon? Ah, but I didn't care! Only that I could spend my life like this in heaven in endless happiness or in perpetual hell! What do I care? We have to bet, after all, don't we? If I were her Christ, then I would find supreme, perennial and sublime happiness; but if I was just being a poor devil, then were I to spend the rest of my life in hell! We all have to bet once in a while.

But she was a whore.

The rationality that had been overridden and martyred the day before had begun to achieve its dominance, and then began to comprehend everything more clearly, even though with a throbbing headache. How would you explain it to her at that moment, how would you explain this rationality so irrational, so absurd but so meaningful? I woke her up with a kiss on the forehead:

-Let's go. We have to wake up. I have something important to tell you.
-What is it, Jacob? I want to sleep some more. And how much will you pay me after all this?
-Everything, Sonia, everything. Wake up soon.

>>15088080
Show me a single 'contradiction' which isn't trivially explainable...

>>15006255
>>15006296
>post a sample then because i have a strong suspicion you only think it's "exactly like nabokov"
Here you go; please be delighted:

Embraced and hopelessly lost in this ineffable mixture of madness and joy, my arms resting around her thin torso and my chin at the back of her neck, naked in body and soul, we achieved that loss of consciousness that I so simultaneously desired and dreaded, wishing that all of this could last forever. And for some unique and peculiar people, there comes a time in their lives when they wish they could live forever, and who, besides desiring immortality, feel that perhaps that happiness that abounds in their consciences could banish the fear death of this world forever, completely, absoutely, and irremediably. For these there comes a moment in their lives in which there abounds in their consciousness a feeling of the ineffable perfection that surrounds their World and extends beyond just themselves - that death no longer exists, and that there is something beyond, ultimately superior to the lowly ego, guaranteeing them eternal life. Yes, we do feel and do become immortal during those moments of unspeakable happiness. That had been one of those moments.

I woke up. Dark room. I could smell the delicacy of the perfume of her hair. I thought: Oh, how I loved her so! The intertwined scarlet-red follicles that pricked the skin of my manly torso under the blanket divided between both of our bodies; I remembered those hot kisses that soaked my soul and conscience the day before. O how I loved that Mary Magdalene of mine! Were I to become her Christ the Redeemer or merely a Mephistopheles? Had her been my Madonna or the simply the Harlot of Babylon? Ah, but I didn't care! Only that I could spend my life like this in heaven in endless happiness or in perpetual hell! What do I care? We have to bet, after all, don't we? If I were her Christ, then I would find supreme, perennial and sublime happiness; but if I was just being a poor devil, then were I to spend the rest of my life in hell! We all have to bet once in a while.

But she was a whore.

The rationality that had been overridden and martyred the day before had begun to achieve its dominance, and then began to comprehend everything more clearly, even though with a throbbing headache. How would you explain it to her at that moment, how would you explain this rationality so irrational, so absurd but so meaningful? I woke her up with a kiss on the forehead:

-Let's go. We have to wake up. I have something important to tell you.
-What is it, Jacob? I want to sleep some more. And how much will you pay me after all this?
-Everything, Sonia, everything. Wake up soon.

>>15006255
>>15006296
>post a sample then because i have a strong suspicion you only think it's "exactly like nabokov"
Here you go; please be delighted:

Embraced and hopelessly lost in this ineffable mixture of madness and joy, my arms resting around her thin torso and my chin at the back of her neck, naked in body and soul, we achieved that loss of consciousness that I so simultaneously desired and dreaded, wishing that all of this could last forever. And for some unique and peculiar people, there comes a time in their lives when they wish they could live forever, and who, besides desiring immortality, feel that perhaps that happiness that abounds in their consciences could banish the fear death of this world forever, completely, absoutely, and irremediably. For these there comes a moment in their lives in which there abounds in their consciousness a feeling of the ineffable perfection that surrounds their World and extends beyond just themselves - that death no longer exists, and that there is something beyond, ultimately superior to the lowly ego, guaranteeing them eternal life. Yes, we do feel and do become immortal during those moments of unspeakable happiness. That had been one of those moments.

>>11162609
>Is this how westerners imagine how Lolita would look like in the book?
What the fuck, no. I imagine her a cute redhead with thin arms and legs who runs around with tomboyish shorts and teases boys.