I told him that afternoon: "If I was a kind of movie, I'd be a melodrama. I cry, and I laugh, I flaunt myself to the world, and I've rarely got a solemn, serious sorta moment, but I realize how frivolous it all is, and my mind, I'm watching it all, detached, sort of... Like all the people, I rarely get myself tangled into their messes. It's all just a sort of mock-eloquent performance..."
"It sounds like the subject of a bad Facebook quiz," he said.
He'd be a black comedy.
"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."
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