Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
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Ernest Hemingway / A Moveable Feast
David Foster Wallace / Infinite Jest
Jack London / The Call of the Wild
JD Salinger / Catcher in the Rye
Fyodor Dostoevsky / Crime and Punishment
John Steinbeck / Of Mice and Men
Henry David Thoreau / Poems of Nature
F. Scott Fitzgerald / This Side of Paradise
Jane Austen / Pride and Prejudice
Charles Dickens / A Tale Of Two Cities
HomeLolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.