Few things are as fascinating as a deranged person defending their derangeness.Here's how HH defines people like himself.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the majority of sex offenders that hanker for some throbbing, sweet-moaning, physical but not necessarily, coital, relation with a girl-child are innocuous, inadequate, passive, timid strangers who merely ask the community to allow them to pursue their practically harmless, so-called aberrant behavior, their little hot wet private acts of sexual deviation without the police and society cracking down upon them. We are not sex fiends! We do not rape as good soldiers do. We are unhappy, mild dog-eyed gentleman, sufficiently well integrated to control our urge in the presence of adults, but ready to give years and years of life for one chance to touch a nymphet. Emphatically, no killers are we. Poets never kill [pg87].
It's the "control" and willingness to give "years and years" that make him such a dangerous predator. Not to mention that he thinks what he's doing is "private" and "practically harmless."
I stick to my notion that he's a loathsome person who writes better than most people. I'm guessing so does fellow blogger-reader Angelle.
What do you think?
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i was finding him pretty easy to swallow for the most part, until recently (i'm on page 180 now) and now i'm starting to finally let go of being dazzled by his brilliant words and am becoming increasingly sickened by who he is. it's seeping through slowly. [i'll be writing a blog on this soon] nonetheless, nabokov does a really impressive job of letting the more serious evidence of his deviance come through slowly over time so that you don't hate him completely right off the spot. in the beginning you almost believe him when he's like, "i'm trying to protect her purity, i don't want to hurt her".
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