" I looked and looked at her , and i knew, as clearly as i know that i will die, that i loved her more than anything i had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf nymphet from long ago- but i loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another's man child. She could fade and wither, i don't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face..."
Encore, encore...
Mily...una noches!!!...Las Mil y Una Noches (en árabe, ألف ليلة وليلة Alf layla wa-layla —lit. Mil noches y una noche—; en persa, هزار و یک شب, Hazār-o yak shab)
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