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Nabokov has created belong to mythology or poetry, not to naturalism. They have about them a queer surcharge of meaning, as if they were enormous similes for the insoluble predicaments of life. And while the details of their surroundings—an America of filling stations, motels, and roller rinks—are conjured up with the preternatural clarity of a view through binoculars, the very intensity of this vision admits of no possibility that we are looking at an ordinary world.
The human females I was allowed to wield were but palliative agents. I am ready to believe that the sensations I derived from natural fornication were much the same as those known to normal big males consorting with their normal big mates in that routine rhythm which shakes the world. The trouble was that those gentlemen had not, and I had , caught glimpses of an incomparably more poignant bliss.
Since society employs a sterner word for this rapture, Humbert Humbert lives a thoroughly miserable life, in which periods of excruciating temptation alternate with residency in the better madhouses of Europe and, eventually, of America. Her age is twelve. This heroic sacrifice is promptly and abundantly rewarded by the fates, who arrange that the mother should be struck down and killed by an automobile. Not altogether a beast, in spite of his grotesque passion, Humbert determines to dose the child with sleeping pills and achieve his transport by indirection, out of a scrupulous regard for her purity.
To his consternation and delight, however, it is Lolita who boldly, directly seduces him. Poor Humbert, it seems, is not even her first lover, for she has been learning about sex at her summer camp, and so assiduously has she studied that she finds her eager stepfather somewhat maladroit. With this demonic orphan in tow, a giddy Humbert sets off at once on an aimless tour of America, stopping at every garish resort, Corn Palace, or zoo that promises to keep the nymphet amused and compliant.
There she would be, a typical kid picking her nose while engrossed in the lighter sections of a newspaper, as indifferent to my ecstasy as if it were something she had sat upon, a shoe, a doll, the handle of a tennis racket, and was too indolent to remove.
"nymphet" translation into French
You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go. Ultimately, Lolita does find somewhere else to go. She accepts the protection of Clare Quilty, a playwright and pervert with whom she has been conducting a secret flirtation. And so dexterously does Quilty whisk her from sight that several years elapse before Humbert is able to locate his wayward nymphet and learn the name of her seducer, whom he has determined to kill.
By then, Lolita is no longer a nymphet, being all of seventeen.
And she is married, though not to the perverse playwright, who threw her out when she refused to indulge his taste for sexual fancywork, but to a deaf and earnest young veteran by whom she is hugely pregnant. Nabokov has kept in solution, so to speak, by skillful comedy, is at last permitted to crystallize.
Unless it can be proven to me—to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction—that in the infinite run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl-child named Dolores Haze had been deprived of her childhood by a maniac, unless this can be proven and if it can, then life is a joke , I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.
According to one interpretation, Mr. Nabokov has merely written an allegory of a European intellectual who falls in love with America and discovers, to his gentle sorrow, that the country is still a trifle immature.