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Humbert: I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.
亨伯特：我看着她，就如同我知道我会死一样，我知道我爱她胜过我所见过或者想象到的任何事物。现在的她只是很久以前那个小仙女遗留下的一片枯叶，但是，我爱过她，这个苍白，备受蹂躏，并且怀着另一个男人孩子的洛丽塔。她会枯萎，然后凋零，但是只要一看到她的脸，我还是一样会满怀柔情为她疯狂。
