What was that cheeky little minx's problem?

Yeah, she probably raped HH

didn't have her cunny smacked enough times

Humbert is not meant to be reliable you idiots. The whole point of the book is that he’s manipulating you the whole time. She didn’t seduce him, he raped her

Source? Your ass?

>Humbert is not meant to be reliable you idiots.
Perhaps, but he was extremely relatable.

God. Seriously, imagine somehow unwittingly adopting a qt like this at around 7-8 years old. If you play it right and are lucky she would be completely stockholm syndromed (in love) with you by 12. Just imagine.

youtube.com/watch?v=lJYmlfUQqtk

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I wouldn't know what her problem is. I mean, I've never met any girls like her with daddy issues hahaha that would be ridiculous

Wait do you know the story of pic ???

Give me cunny or give me death.

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No. Is it relevant?

type Masha babko siberian mouse into google

Didn't help, I don't care that much. Personally I'd prefer a blond blue-eyed qt.

i have that fantasy though i take a piece of skin from pic related and have her cloned to perfection while raising my baby girl on an deserted island, walking through clear blue water with my nymphet on by back with her legs locked around my waist while she whispers into my ear how much she loves me.

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I was still walking be-
hind Mrs. Haze through the dining room when, beyond it,
there came a sudden burst of greenery — “the piazza,” sang
out my leader, and then, without the least warning, a blue
sea-wave swelled under my heart and, from a mat in a pool
of sun, half-naked, kneeling, turning about on her knees, there
.was rm Riviera love peering at me over dark glasses.

It was the same child — the same frail, honey-hued shoulders,
the same silk}' supple bare back, the same chestnut head of
hair. A polka-dotted black kerchief tied around her chest hid
from my aging ape eyes, but not from the gaze of young
memory, the juvenile breasts I had fondled one immortal day.
And, as if I were the fairy-tale nurse of some little princess
(lost, kidnaped, discovered in gypsy rags through which her
nakedness smiled at the king and his hounds), I recognized
the tiny dark-brown mole on her side. With awe and delight
(the king crying for joy, the trumpets blaring, the nurse
drunk) I saw again her lovely indrawn abdomen where my
southbound mouth had briefly paused; and those puerile hips
on which I had kissed the crenulated imprint left by the band
of her shorts— that last triad immortal day behind the “Roches
Roses.” The twenty-five years I had lived since then* tapered
to a palpitating point, and vanished.

I find it most difficult to express with adequate force that
flash, that shiver, that impact of passionate recognition. In the
course of the sun-shot moment that my glance slithered over
the kneeling child (her eyes blinking over those stem dark
spectacles— the little Herr Doktor who was to cure me of all
my aches) while I passed by her in my adult disguise (a great
big handsome hunk of movieland manhood), the vacuum of
my soul managed to suck in every detail of her bright beauty,
and these 1 checked against the features of my dead bride. A
little later, of course, she, this nouvelle, this Lolita, my Lolita,
was to eclipse completely her prototype. All I want to stress is
that my discover}' of her was a fatal consequence of that
"princedom by the sea" in my tortured past. Everything be-
tween the two events was but a series of gropings and blunders,
and false rudiments of joy. Everything they shared made one
of them.

I have no illusions, however. My judges will Tegaid all this as f
a piece of mummery on the part of a madman with a gross
liking for the fruit vert. Au fond, pa m’est bien 6gal. All I
know is that while the Haze woman and I went down the steps'
into the breathless garden, my knees were like reflections of
knees in rippling water, and my lips were like sand, and —

"That was my Lo,” she said, "and these are my lilies."

"Yes," I said, “yes. They are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful"

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Dolly will never go away, she will forever be a frolicksome nymphet prancing in watchful Humbert's eyes and squirming in brutish Humbert's hands, etched into eternity and immortal.

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*gives you cunny*

Thank you but I have yet to receive it. Is it a delivery from AliExpress?

It's a delivery from LoliExpress. Should arrive tomorrow between 10am and 11am, make sure to sign for it in person. Don't worry if the delivery van has flashing blue and red lights

Okay, that's great news. I can't wait for my very own loli

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Is that masha, I didnt recognise her at first

She got control of him and she liked it for one part. The realization of her true status as she aged probably weighed heavily on her, as well.

She possibly also figured out the circumstance of her mothers "accident" - I can't remember this part of her very well and it could be directly implies in the book from what I remember at the moment.

The subtlety of this book is masterful but unreliable narration certainly makes Lo enigmatic at times. I should of took more time to muse about her but I was spellbound with the book and had to find how things fall apart, so to speak.

Better use the anonymous search at user-google.gateway88382398904876398455.fbi.com

She (or probably some shrewd fella) decided to capitalize on her internet popularity a couple of months ago, arranged some interviews, promotions, made an instagram account.

Whats her insta?

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Yea Forums - Pedophiles

Yah her cries in the night were joyful

Its actually Yea Forums, not just Yea Forums. And infact any healthy human male probably has pedo tendencies.

My question to all nonpedos here who hate or dont like pedos, how does it make feel knowing that a person you are talking to, often discussing something or even agreeing on something is (secretly) a pedo? And their opinion is probably influenced by their pedo desires to some degree, and by talking to them, you are indirectly influenced by them and their desires??

>anonymous search
>fbi.com

Pedo tendencies probably account for a tenth of my sexual appetite from things like thinking that girl in a film or store is cute to masturbating to cheese pizza when the urge fills me to the brim, then feeling guilty when i leave my house thinking everyone can smell the sick perversion emanating from me. Though i consider myself a non pedo because i was in a situation where i could have taken advantage of a moment with a girl that was visiting my parents house one summer with her mom but the desire or urge didn't occur to me to act as i thank god i was in a relationship at the time and i find when i can release my sexual energy with healthy sex with women my perverted pedophile and Zoophilia tendencies are just rarely there unless they sneak up on you. I cant imagine what it like for men who only have most of their urges for young girls or boys.

Pedophilia is just a matter of not being a tasteless idiot. It's a natural reaction of a sensitive mind to the horrific unspeakable reality of adult relationships, of two broken toys coming together in a compromise to feebly and melancholically comfort one another. It's not about infantilizing yourself but about keeping one party's innocence, because love is impossible without innocence and a woman's purity cannot be regained. Obviously the man has to be the conscious one, the one who has transcended his loss of innocence to be able to love purely and truly again. A woman who has had many sexual partners will not be in a happy marriage and the optimal time for pregnancy is not 30. As a man you establish yourself in society and when you're ready you marry a pristine little flower to raise her to be your wife so you can both be happy and peaceful, it's obvious that that's how it should work. With the thousand and one missteps and compromises of adulthood it's impossible for love to flourish, between two adult people the complexity makes negotiations near-impossible. Women can be erotic breeding hogs, they can be cute, some may even be beautiful in a more refined sense, but it's the angelic beauty of purity, the brief flight in which they pull down a piece of perfection and transmute matter with it to for a year or two transcend into a being higher than an angel, that is what the heart truly yearns for. Only with that string of gossamer can you weave a moment of true love and cherish it for the rest of your life.

what did he meant by "before I first saw my little Annbell) ?

Don't know the exact line you're referencing, but HH uses "Annabel Lee" to refer to the proto-Lolita he fell in love with as a kid, after the poem by Poe.

what about "my little cup brims with tiddles"
i couldnt find anything on tiddles that make sense.
its auto translate to tiddies lol

Did this nigga Martin Anus really just concede pedophilia via the very public cover of a classic

I read that as a reference to en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiddlywinks but you could take it to mean several different things.
>“What is a tiddle cup?” she asked the class. Students pointed out that it evokes nursery rhymes, which often use words like “fiddle” and “diddle,” as well as the game tiddledywinks. Tiddle also means to fondle, noted Sternstein, and tiddle cup is a now-obsolete term for a container into which banquet goers would urinate, allowing for uninterrupted indulgence. So, she said, it speaks to “overindulgence in petting or fondling.”
mag.uchicago.edu/arts-humanities/spine-thrilling
You should try and find a copy of Alfred Appel's annotated edition, it might help you with this kind of stuff.

Yes
>and that's a good thing!

so it meant it made him a bit horny? anyways thanks for helpful replies.

Yeah, HH is thinking of nymphets and getting horny over it, but there's also an association with childish things like games and nursery rhymes.

I live in a Muslim country where this very topic gets talked about in public coffee shops or just a conversation with a relative when you hear a second cousin is getting married at 16 to a 20 something and is pregnant a month later. There is that culture of not having girlfriends or least not out in the open and hiding a women's beauty from others who would stare as its seen as for their husband to look upon not some horny guy to masturbate later to.Then going to a western country recently and seeing how the women wear clothes that reveal a very sexual amount of skin it takes some getting used to but i was told its part of the culture so so it is. I would like also to say that for pedophiles its not just about the need for innocence and purity like you put it but also to be an almost parental/guardian figure to a child you may have sexual dealings with in fantasies or otherwise.