“我望着她，一望再望。我可以肯定，就像知道我必死一样的肯定。我爱她，胜过这世间我能见到或想象到的一切。昔日的如花妖女，而今只剩枯叶归乡，苍白，混俗，臃肿，腹中怀着别人的骨肉。但我爱她。她可以褪色，可以萎谢，怎样都可以。
但我只消望上她一眼，万般柔情，涌上心头。
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 echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care.
I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face”
洛丽塔，我的生命之光，欲念之火。我的罪恶，我的灵魂。
