And When She Lets Me Slip Away, She Turns Me On. All My Violence Is Gone. Nothing Is Wrong; I Just Slip Away And I Am Gone.
“I insist the world know how much I loved my Lolita, this Lolita, pale and polluted, and big with another’s child, but still gray-eyed, still sooty-lashed, still auburn and almond, still Carmencita, still mine…”
