her on the strings. I would press one string, but two would go down. My hand was too big. It was an ... the pictures has big, dark eyes, like my kid's eyes. The smallest is when he is a baby. The ... Page 398 from Issue 78 could not fit on the same piece of paper. This year, she would not let me ...

reading books which, if not written by me, seemed to have been: how could I doubt that my imagination ... against my tedious and prescribed education-used to forget about my classes and spend several hours ... younger than myself, who drifted all day long on a barge up and down the great American rivers? Holding on ...

Although Lolita "developed slowly," taking five years to complete, Nabokov had everything ... evi­ dence of these two long passages, that little beyond the basic idea of the tale subsists in ... unpublished not because of the for­ bidding subject matter but rather, says Nabokov, because the girl ...

I've been trying to explore in my books. I am sixteen. It is the dead of winter, the end of a school ... neighborhood public library, where I always bring my most secret fantasies. Past the towering steel girders of ... term. I am done with my final exams and know I will have free time the following week. In my school ...