I'm in Ohio for my friends wedding reception, where the last thing I saw was the groom and bride, swaying slowly to the last song in an emptying ball room.Which makes this the last line of this passage appropriate.
Friday. I long for some terrific disaster. Earthquake. Spectacular explosion. Her mother is messily but instantly and permanently eliminated, along with everybody else for miles around. Lolita whimpers in my arms. A free man, I enjoy her among the ruins.[pg53]
Like my friends who just got married, HH has all that he seeks in this life.
But he obtains his freedom only amid "ruins." In fact, that is the only way he obtains Lolita. Is standing amid ruins real freedom? If he has his Lolita, does it matter if there are surrounded by ruins?
NOTE: To find this photo, I did a Google image search for the word "ruin," and came across this photo, titled "Girl-in-ruins-thumb."
