Incestuous love in "Lolita" - Appreciation of the most classic passages

I once introduced the work "Lolita" at a long length, and also introduced the current situation of child sexual abuse, although "Lolita" itself does not bear the responsibility of preaching. , but the attention and controversy that "Lolita" has attracted since its birth have drawn people's strong attention to child sexual abuse, so it has a strong social significance.

Only by paying attention to the issue of child sexual abuse can we protect the legitimate rights and interests of children from the perspective of social governance and avoid being infringed by those evil people. Strictly punish criminals through legal means, screen teachers through strict teacher recruitment to limit sexual assault on campus, and so on. These things require specialized people to do them.

I hope that our children can grow up healthily and not be harmed by evil spirits.

P12

She was trembling and convulsing, and I kissed her open corners of lips and hot earlobes. A group of stars shone dimly above our heads in the silhouettes of slender leaves; the sky full of life was naked, like her body under a light and thin blouse. I saw her face in the sky, unusually clear, as if radiating its own faint flame. Her legs, her beautiful, healthy legs, were not tightly closed, and when my hand found the spot it sought, a strange, dreamy expression, half pleasure, half pain, appeared. Now two childish faces. She sat a little higher than me, and every time she was alone and excited, she would come to kiss me. Her head would be dreamy and soft, slightly tilted, the movement was almost plaintive, and her bare knees would squeeze mine tightly. Her wrist fell down again, and her trembling mouth twisted, as if stimulated by a mysterious medicine, she leaned towards my cheek and took a breath. When she came up, she would try to touch mine with her dry lips, trying to get rid of the pain of love. Then she would avoid my love, tossing her hair nervously, and then she would come closer quietly, letting my lips be filled with her smile. With my open little mouth, I was ready to give everything to her generously, my heart, my throat, my internal organs. I gave her the treasure stick of my feelings and held it in her clumsy palms.

My comment: This is probably the reason why Humbert is a pedophile, because the most beautiful scene that has ever passed has been imprinted in his heart. After the death of his original Lolita, His feelings seemed to stay at that moment. But as he grows older, his love still remains with Lolita, which is probably the root cause of his tragedy.

P19

There is no doubt that my adult life in Europe at that time was double, terrible, indeed. Publicly, I had so-called normal relationships with many promiscuous women with pumpkin-shaped or pear-shaped breasts; secretly, my stubborn desire for every sexy girl who passed by made me haggard, and I was like a coward prohibited by law. , dare not approach them. The women I can use are just tools for relief. I almost believe that the sensations I get from natural sex are exactly the same as the sensations of normal great men and their normal great partners in a harmonious rhythm that shakes the world. The problem is that those gentlemen failed to capture, but I did, a sense of exhilaration that is so poignant. My vaguely defiled dreams are a thousand times brighter than the ecstasy that the most vigorously gifted writer or the most gifted impotence can imagine. My world is divided. I learned not one but two sexes, neither of them mine; both are called females by anatomists. But to me, through the prism of my senses, "they are as different as smoke to a ship's mast." All of this I can now explain scientifically. In my twenties and early thirties, I was not able to understand my pain so clearly. On the one hand my body knew what it was seeking, but on the other hand my brain was rejecting every request from my body. For a moment I felt shy, scared, and blindly optimistic. Taboos constrain me. The psychoanalysts flattered me with pseudo-emancipation and pseudo-sexual instincts. For me, the only objects of erotic excitement were Anabel's sister, her maid, and her maid, a fact which I sometimes thought of as a precursor to insanity; at other times I warned myself that this was But it's all a matter of attitude. There's really nothing wrong with being smitten by a girl. Let me remind my readers that in England, following the passage of the Youth Act of 1933, a "girl" was defined as a "girl over eight years and under fourteen years" (later, fourteen years and under seventeen years, the law (definition is "youth"). In Massachusetts, the United States, a "wayward child", mechanically speaking, is "between the ages of seven and seventeen" (in addition, they are habitually always associated with gangsters or lewd men). stop. Broughton, an eloquent Jacobite writer, has shown that Rehab became a prostitute at the age of ten. It was all very interesting, and I bet you saw me foaming at the mouth; but no, I didn't; I just let my happy thoughts jump into a little cup. There are many more pictures here. This is Virgil. He can make a nympho sing in a tone of voice and probably prefer a young man's peritoneum. These are the two Nile daughters of King Akhenaten and Queen Nefertiti who are not yet of marriageable age (these royal sisters raised a litter of six-year-old puppies). Their naked jade bodies are covered only by strings of shining rosary beads. Xiang Lian has nothing else. Three thousand years have passed, and he is still leaning leisurely on the mattress. His soft and delicate brown body, short-cropped hair and black eyes are still exquisite and intact.

This one shows several ten-year-old brides forced to sit on firewood, a symbol of the strong ivory of the ancient palace of learning.

My comment: Humbert's sexual experience was very confusing, and he committed almost all kinds of evil including prostitution and incest. But this is all legal in the United States. So even if measured by different cultural values, Humbert's rottenness is extremely complete. I don't like this character. As the author Vladimir said, this book does not preach or have any related morals. It is what it is, not other things that carry the mission of propaganda and education.

P56

Every step she takes in the dappled sunlight seems to pluck the most secret and sensitive strings in my despicable body. Afterwards, she and I sat down together on the bottom step of the back door. She picked up the pebbles between her feet and played with them - pebbles, God, and then the curved glass of the milk bottle, like a wrinkled lip. Throw them into a can. boom.

My comment: This string metaphor is stunning and I love it.

P81

Hamilton (she is a little black beauty in her eyes) will also participate, and the two elves will whisper and play on the side, completely on their own. A happy leopard hour; Mrs. Haze and her handsome lodger talking peacefully, half naked, away from prying eyes. It just so happens that eyes can indeed spy and tongues can indeed speak many words. How strange life is! The destiny we insist on changing is what we want to aspire to.

My comment: When writing notes, I found that there are multiple translations of this book, and the translation by Zhu Wan, Mei Shaowu, Wang Jiaxiang, and Gong Wenxiang is the best translation in my opinion . The translator of the excerpt here is unknown, and it feels completely different from what I read when I took notes, and it is several levels worse.

P113

I asked her if she would still marry me if my father's maternal grandfather was, say, Turkish. She said it didn't matter; but as soon as she found out that I didn't believe in "our Christian God," she was going to kill herself. She said it so seriously that it made me shudder. That's when I knew she was a woman of deep faith.

My comment: Regarding faith, I am shocked. The spirit of Christianity is almost integrated into the American soul, and the language of the characters in the book is almost the same as the vows made by Christ to Christ.

Two Catholic priests in Argentina are suspected of sexually abusing multiple children in a school for the hearing impaired.

P143

Lolita will have to return to Latin America The facts of Msdale are a treasure trove of hope. I want to be fully prepared for this. In fact, after Charlotte made that cruel decision, I was already well into my routine; I had to make sure that the night my sweet child arrived, and night after night, until St. Algebra Until she takes me away, I can manage to make the two beauties fall into a deep sleep. No sound or touch from the river can wake them up. For the better part of July, I experimented with various sleeping pills, using drug connoisseur Charlotte as my test subject. The last dose I gave her (she thought it was a sedative - to oil her nerves) knocked her out for a good four hours. I turned up the volume of the radio and directed the bright bait light towards her face. I pushed her, pinched her, pricked her - but nothing could stop the calm, powerful rhythm of her breathing. However, whenever I do something as simple as kissing her, she immediately wakes up and comes alive like an octopus (I run away in panic). This medicine won't work, I thought; there must be something safer. At first, Dr. Byron didn't seem to believe me when I told him that the medicine he prescribed for my insomnia last time didn't help. He suggested I try again and then showed me pictures of his family to distract me. He had a charming child, Dolly's age; but I saw through his tricks and insisted that he prescribe some of the most powerful medicines available. He suggested that I play golf, but finally agreed to give me some that were, in her words, "incredibly potent." Then he went to another cabinet and took out a small bottle of blue-violet capsules with a black-purple stripe on one end. He said, It's new on the market, and it's not for lunatics who can be calmed down by a gulp of water; it's only for artists who can't sleep and must die for a few hours before they can live for hundreds of years. I loved fooling silly doctors, and despite my inner pleasure, I shrugged suspiciously as I pocketed the pills. Besides, I must be very careful with him.

My comment: This is the beginning of Lolita's tragic fate. Humbert gave her drugs, powerful sleeping pills, and then violated her wantonly. This kind of person is absolutely guilty of heinous crimes. Just because of love, how many people have done shameless things!

P271

We drove to the east. My emotional satisfaction was more destructive than stable, and she shone with health, and the pair of ileal wreaths around her neck remained as simple as a young man's, even though she had gained two more inches in height and weight. Eight pounds. We've been everywhere. Nothing is actually seen. Today I always think that our long journey is just a desecration of this charming, honest, dreamy and vast country with a circuitous and winding clay road. Looking back, it is nothing more than a worn map, a destroyed travel book and an old tire to us. And a collection of her late-night cries - every night, every night - when I always pretended to be asleep.

My comment: I think this translation is not good and does not convey the original meaning at all. Because Lolita was sexually assaulted by Humbert, the entire trip was accompanied by the sexual assault of Lolita. So in that sentence, it's not as good as this translation: Today I always think that our long journey has just stained this trusting, dreamlike and charming vast land with a winding streak of centipede slime. . The implicit meaning of this sentence is consistent with the situation of the two of them. Even the translation of the paragraph above is wrong.

To sum up, "Lolita" is a good book, and the translation by Zhu Wan and others published by Shanghai Translation Publishing House is of higher quality, and the wording and sentence construction are more in line with Chinese language habits.