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《洛丽塔》是作者流传*广的作品，绝大部分篇幅是死囚亨伯特的自白，叙述了一个中年男子与一个未成年少女的畸恋故事。小说*初未获准在美国发行，于1955年首次被欧洲巴黎奥林匹亚出版社出版。1958年终于出版了美国版，作品一路蹿升到《纽约时报》畅销书单的**位。《洛丽塔》已被改编成电影。 《洛丽塔》*令人叹服的成就这一就是，作为一个移民作家的纳博科夫比绝大多数土生土长的美国作家更逼真地创造了美国的社会和文化背景。但这种“逼真感”在土长的美国作家更逼真地创造了美国的社会和文化风景。但这种“逼真感”在很大程度上仅仅是必不可少的自然背景，并没有给亨伯特的欲望世界赋予任何社会学意义上的现实感。纳博科夫始终是一个醉心于操纵幻觉的魔术师。 和纳博科夫笔下的许多人物一样，亨伯特是一个化了装的极端个人主义的艺术家。他禀然敏感，想象力丰富，但近于偏执。他在小说中曾引用一位诗人的话说，“人性中的道德感是一种义务，而我们则必须赋予灵魂以美感。”当然，在《洛丽塔》中，这种所谓的“美感”既有艺术华丽的诗意，也充满了情堕落者阴恶的罪恶感。作为他的欲望对象，洛丽塔只不过是亨伯特意识的产物，是他异想天开地企图从外部的现实和时间中抢夺出来的一个幻想。
The median age of pubescence for girls has been found to be thirteen years and nine months in New York and Chi cago. The age varies for individuals from ten, or earlier, to seventeen. Virginia was not quite fourteen when Harry Edgar possessed her. He gave her lessons in algebra. Jem'inagrine cela. They spent their honeymoon at Petersburg,Fla. 'Monsieur Poe-poe,' as that boy in one of Monsieur Humbert Humbert's classes in Paris called the poet-poet. Now this was something the intruder had not expected.The whole pill-spiel (a rather sordid affair, entre nous soit dit) had had for object a fastness of sleep that a whole regiment would not have disturbed, and here she was staring atme, and thickly calling me 'Barbara.' Barbara, wearing my pajamas which were much too tight for her, remained poised motionless over the little sleep-talker. Softly, with a hopeless sigh, Dolly turned away, resuming her initial position. For at least two minutes I waited and strained on the brink, like that tailor with his homemade parachute forty years ago when about to jump from the Eiffel Tower. Her faint breathing had the rhythm of sleep. Finally I heaved myself onto my narrow margin of bed, stealthily pulled at the odds and ends of sheets piled up to the south of my stone-cold heels - and Lolita lifted her head and gaped at me. To my surprise I found her dressea. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in slacks and T-shirt, and was looking at me as if she could not quite place me. The frank soft shape of her small breasts was brought out rather than blurred bythe limpness of her thin shirt, and this frankness irritated me. She had not washed; yet her mouth was freshly though smudgily painted, and her broad teeth glistened like wine tinged ivory, or pinkish poker chips. 'And there she sat,hands clasped in her lap, and dreamily brimmed with a diabolical glow that had no relation to me whatever. Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.Lo-lee-t