the well written - vladimir nabokov

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.  Lo. Lee. Ta.  She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning,
standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly
at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was
always Lolita.

- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

Lolita and Humbert by Lana