“我望著她，一望再望。我可以肯定，就像知道我必死一樣的肯定。我愛她，勝過這世間我能見到或想象到的一切。昔日的如花妖女，而今只?？萑~歸鄉(xiāng)，蒼白，混俗，臃腫，腹中懷著別人的骨肉。但我愛她。她可以褪色，可以萎謝，怎樣都可以。

但我只消望上她一眼，萬般柔情，涌上心頭。

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care.

I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face”

洛麗塔，我的生命之光，欲念之火。我的罪惡，我的靈魂。