Lolita: Oh my Carmen, my little Carmen… Humbert: Charmin' Carmen. Started garglin' Lolita: I remember those sultry nights Humbert: Those pre-raphaelites Lolita: No, come on. And the stars and the cars and the bars and the barmen. Humbert: And the bars that sparkled and the cars that parkled…And the curs that barkled and the birds that larkled. Lolita: And oh my charmin, our dreadful fights Humbert: Such dreadful blights Lolita: And the something town where arm in…arm, we went, and our final row, and the gun I killed you with, o my Carmen…the gun I am holding now
by Vladimir Nabokov
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In this excerpt from Nabokov's "Lolita," the characters Lolita and Humbert Humbert reminisce about their tumultuous relationship. They reflect on their shared experiences, evoking memories of sultry nights filled with passion and conflict. Their dialogue showcases a blend of affection and resentment, as they recall both harmonious moments and intense disagreements, highlighting the complexity of their connection.

As they exchange lines, the playful yet haunting nature of their memories surfaces. Humbert's whimsical rhymes contrast with Lolita's darker recollections, particularly the mention of a gun, symbolizing a violent turn in their narrative. This shift illustrates the profound impact of their relationship, revealing how love intertwined with pain and betrayal. Through their shared history, Nabokov crafts a poignant exploration of desire, loss, and the consequences of obsessive love.

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