Oh he knew, but he just couldn't help himself. There's a specific scene where he describes himself having post-nut clarity only to get horny again, and e-girlta goes "oh no."
>There's a specific scene where he describes himself having post-nut clarity only to get horny again, and e-girlta goes "oh no."
One of my favourite parts of the book. The glimpses of self-awareness on the character's side, what Nabbs called the parts of the nervous system of the work
>Claire Quilty popped Lo's cherry
Boy, you can tell who didn't read the fricking book.
2 years ago
Anonymous
I'm drunk as frick bro I forgot that she fricked that little coomer before quilty. For some reason I always assume Claire looked exactly like john barth
2 years ago
Anonymous
>e-girlta fricks boy at camp >Humbert rapes e-girlta >Quilty gets e-girlta to run away with him so he can make cheese pizza with her
He was just jealous about her being stolen. Quilty didn't even frick her.
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Anonymous
I'm pretty sure he did. He obviously wasn't going to admit it to the schizo who stalked him across the country and was pointing a gun at him. Which is funny since he clowned him entirely when they met.
I didn't read the book and I don't know what it's about but I will say that Humbert is not real. He's not evil because he doesn't exist. He is fictional.
John Anderson my Jo, John,
When we were first acquaint,
Your stones gaed rattlin tae ma airse,
An yer wiener gaed up ma c**t;
But noo ye're turnin auld John,
It wobbles too and fro,
And it twice gangs by for aince gangs in,
John Anderson my Jo.
Oh John Anderson my Jo, John,
Ye are a dirty Devil,
Ye've muckle need tae wash yer airse
An kame yer hairy pissle;
But the crabs are crawlin roun aboot,
In ma napt ye'll soon find now, [uncertain words
For ye're right up through ma shite bum,
John Anderson ma Jo.
Oh John Anderson ma Jo, John,
For breakfast we'll hae eggs,
An ye'll gie me the lang thing,
't hings atween your legs;
Ye'll lay me on ma back, John,
wiener up ma dending hole, [uncertain word
An ye'll pink yer pole intae ma hole,
John Anderson ma Jo.
Oh John Anderson ma Jo, John,
I mind the nicht right weel,
Ye laid me on ma back John,
Ma nakit thing tae feel;
Ye took it in your hands John,
The rovin Tally Ho!
And ye kissed ma lips and spread ma hips,
John Anderson ma Jo.
John Anderson ma Jo, John,
We've climbed the hills together,
And many's the canty rovin ride,
We've had at een anither;
But noo we're turnin auld John,
Come hand in hand we'll go,
For we'll frick and fart till death dae part,
John Anderson ma Jo.
You think?
Unintentionally evil. Only evil because of his lack of self-control. Still kind of a c**t.
Are you saying you think he didn't know how much he was actually harming Dolores?
Oh he knew, but he just couldn't help himself. There's a specific scene where he describes himself having post-nut clarity only to get horny again, and e-girlta goes "oh no."
>There's a specific scene where he describes himself having post-nut clarity only to get horny again, and e-girlta goes "oh no."
One of my favourite parts of the book. The glimpses of self-awareness on the character's side, what Nabbs called the parts of the nervous system of the work
So gross. Good job Nabokov
He's meant to be a bad and deceitful guy, yes
Learn to read, feminists/moralists/conservatoids…
He raped a little girl and then hunted down and murdered another pedo only because he was jealous that he popped cherry.
>Claire Quilty popped Lo's cherry
Boy, you can tell who didn't read the fricking book.
I'm drunk as frick bro I forgot that she fricked that little coomer before quilty. For some reason I always assume Claire looked exactly like john barth
>e-girlta fricks boy at camp
>Humbert rapes e-girlta
>Quilty gets e-girlta to run away with him so he can make cheese pizza with her
He was just jealous about her being stolen. Quilty didn't even frick her.
I'm pretty sure he did. He obviously wasn't going to admit it to the schizo who stalked him across the country and was pointing a gun at him. Which is funny since he clowned him entirely when they met.
>conservatoids
what did he mean here?
So he killed the mother, right?
No, Humbert was all of us.
yes, he is the ultimate evil in nabokov's eye
Isn't Humbert Nabokov's alter ego?
No. He was one of us.
Not a real e-girl
Humbert was good. e-girlta was the evil one.
proofs
>the last act didnt happen
>the manuscript was edited by quilty to cuck him inside his fiction
Nothing after the first act was real.
Why would Quilty write his own humiliating death?
I didn't read the book and I don't know what it's about but I will say that Humbert is not real. He's not evil because he doesn't exist. He is fictional.
it's a book lauded by pedos
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humber_the_Hun
John Anderson my Jo, John,
When we were first acquaint,
Your stones gaed rattlin tae ma airse,
An yer wiener gaed up ma c**t;
But noo ye're turnin auld John,
It wobbles too and fro,
And it twice gangs by for aince gangs in,
John Anderson my Jo.
Oh John Anderson my Jo, John,
Ye are a dirty Devil,
Ye've muckle need tae wash yer airse
An kame yer hairy pissle;
But the crabs are crawlin roun aboot,
In ma napt ye'll soon find now, [uncertain words
For ye're right up through ma shite bum,
John Anderson ma Jo.
Oh John Anderson ma Jo, John,
For breakfast we'll hae eggs,
An ye'll gie me the lang thing,
't hings atween your legs;
Ye'll lay me on ma back, John,
wiener up ma dending hole, [uncertain word
An ye'll pink yer pole intae ma hole,
John Anderson ma Jo.
Oh John Anderson ma Jo, John,
I mind the nicht right weel,
Ye laid me on ma back John,
Ma nakit thing tae feel;
Ye took it in your hands John,
The rovin Tally Ho!
And ye kissed ma lips and spread ma hips,
John Anderson ma Jo.
John Anderson ma Jo, John,
We've climbed the hills together,
And many's the canty rovin ride,
We've had at een anither;
But noo we're turnin auld John,
Come hand in hand we'll go,
For we'll frick and fart till death dae part,
John Anderson ma Jo.