rosierainy: “I stood listening to that musical vibration from my lofty slope, to those flashes of se
rosierainy: “I stood listening to that musical vibration from my lofty slope, to those flashes of separate cries with a kind of demure murmur for background, and then I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that concord.” — Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov) -- source link