Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my desire, my guilt, my soul. Luo-Li

-Ta: The tip of the tongue dances a brisk three-step dance, tap the teeth three times on the roof of the mouth, Luo-Li-Ta.

In the morning, she was Luo, an ordinary Luo, wearing one sock and standing four feet ten inches tall. In baggy pants, she's Lola. At school she was Dolly. Officially signed she is Dolores. But in my arms, she will always be Lolita.

Was there anyone else before her? Yes, indeed there are. In fact, there might never have been a Lolita, had I not fallen in love with a girl one summer. A prince's territory by the sea. at what time? It was that year, and I was as old as I was until Lolita came into the world. Don't worry, murderers can always write wonderful things.