Rope-skipping, hopscotch. That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy {a nymphet was groping under me for a lost marble}, and asked if I had stomachache, the insolent hag. Ah, leave me alone in my pubescent park, in my mossy garden. Let them play around me forever. Never grow up.
( Vladimir Nabokov )
[ Lolita ]
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