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I DUNNO HOW ANYONE COULD READ LOLITA AND SYMPATHIZE WITH HUMBERT. NOT ONCE

>This was an orphan. This was a lone child, an absolute waif, with whom a heavy limbed, foul-smelling adult had had strenuous intercourse three times that very morning. (p140)

>When, during our longer stops, I would relax after a particularly violent morning in bed, and out of the goodness of my lulled heart allow her – indulgent Hum! – to visit the rose garden or the children’s library… (p160)

>Thrusting my fatherly fingers deep into Lo’s hair from behind, and then gently clasping them around the nape of her neck, I would lead my reluctant pet to our small home for a quick connection before dinner. (p164)

>… and her sobs in the night – every night, every night – the moment I feigned sleep. (p176)