January 2012
148 posts
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. Read by Jeremy Irons. (via guro-tan)
“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.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
Read by Jeremy Irons.
JEREMY IRONS.
And Alan Rickman and Matt Smith :3
AND STEPHEN FRY
i-believe-in-consulting-doctors:
The Sherlock Fandom for the next 18 months
How we’d like to seem:
How we actually feel:
How the rest of the world sees us:
Preferable to:
Whenever Reichenbach is mentioned:
When random people try to publicly theorise about Reichenbach:
When someone tries to tell us John and Sherlock aren’t gay:
- The Doctor: You know, it's bigger on-
- Sherlock: It's dimensionally transcendental. Obviously it's bigger on the inside. It's a Type 40 Time And Relative Dimensions In Space TARDIS. Approximately 900 years old. Its chameleon circuit became dysfunctional sometime in the 60's, which explains it's obsolete police phone box disguise, and you haven't gotten around to fixing it. The way you hold yourself and the goofy smile on your face signifies that you're clearly trying to cover up your dark past, and considering the fact that you have two hearts, which is made obvious by the double pulse coming through your carotid, you're a time lord. The last of the time lords. Am I wrong?
- The Doctor: How did you kn-
- Sherlock: I don't know. I notice.
