text / (United States) Stephen Schiff
Translated / Li Xiaogang
fade in:
New England countryside, daytime (1950)
An old 1950s van, Melmos, from a small town Drive out slowly. It drove into the left lane and walked in a zigzag pattern like this very regularly. It's not like the swing step of a drunkard. The driver seems to be deliberate.
A figure can be seen from the dusty front windshield, but the face is not clear. The oncoming car had to go backwards in order to dodge it, angry horns sounded.
The
red light was on at the intersection of the town , but Melmos went straight through.
Inside the car, on the seat next to Humbert, a pistol stained with blood. Humbert, about 40 years old: tall, handsome like a movie star, if it weren't for blood stains on his face, this should be a man of imposing power.
Hold the steering wheel with both hands. A flat hairpin was pinched between the thumb and index finger of the right hand.
Humbert: Lolita.
Humbert's eyes are close-up. His eyes were flushed.
Humbert: The light of my life, the fire in my waist. My sin, my soul.
Close-up of his lips.
Humbert: Luo-Li-Ta.
Mirana Hotel,
the palm woodland of Mirana Hotel during the day (1920s) . A small car drove up. The well-dressed passenger --- Li's family - got out of the car. The servants unloaded their luggage.
Humbert’s voice: If it hadn’t been... the first time I met Annabel, maybe there would be no Lolita...
In the group we saw Annabel, the daughter of the Leighs, floating down from the car She looked around approvingly.
Humbert's voice: She is 12 years old.
We can only see her flashing through the crowd. At this moment we realized that this was Humbert's point of view-he was watching all this on the steps of the hotel.
Humbert's voice: I am 13 years old. In that summer, for a 13-year-old boy, no matter what happened, it was something that would impress him in his life.
The panoramic view of the entire hotel is like an unfolded photo album.
Humbert's voice: The restaurant you saw, Mirana—it belongs to our family.
As the following laid out, a series of concise, family-photo-style pictures.
Humbert's voice: My father, French and Austrian ancestry are equally divided. My mother is British. She only lived to determine the age of my accent, and then, when I was five years old, she died. Died suddenly.
Hillside,
under a bare and isolated tree during the day , Humbert’s mother, who was busy having a picnic, was suddenly — bizarrely — struck by lightning.
Humbert's voice: The cold current has come to my life, and it hasn't recovered for many years - until Annabel appeared.
On the French Riviera,
young Humbert and Annabel sit on the beach during the day . Her parents, on the high slope a few steps away, beat tons on the recliner.
Humbert's voice: She wants to be a nurse. I want to be a spy. In just a few moments, we fell in love madly and hopelessly.
They were in a trance. Annabel let sand flow through her fingers, and her open palms crawled on the sand and slid towards the young Humbert. Hands touching. They raised their eyes to spy on her parents, and the sun sent their snoring. Annabel's smooth knee touched the boy's knee and touched his thigh. Peeping at the high place overlooking them again, this time, their sight was blocked by a group of playing children. They kissed, but it was this group of hilarious children who ruined the joy, and their faces were stunned by the sand that rushed toward them.
In the cave, Vieira Beach,
young Humbert sneaked into the cave during the day . A rustling sound was heard. After adjusting to the light in the cave, he saw Annabel, who was undressing while watching him.
She reached under her clothes, took off the white cotton underwear tied with a blue ribbon, and threw it in front of her.
Young Humbert moved forward and picked up his underwear. Kneeling on the ground, he slowly untied the blue ribbon that was tied together. Annabel grabbed his hand—the one holding the ribbon—and pulled it toward herself, helping her undress.
A red ball bounced and rolled into the hole, followed by two men with beard bathing in the sea.
Man with Beard 1 (outside the picture): It's coming in — oh, hey. Hit it! Come on, young man! continue!
The young Humbert jumped up and tried to block Annabel, who was hurriedly adding clothes to her body.
In the hotel suite,
looking through the window into the Mirana Hotel room at night , the Li couple and two friends are playing bridge.
Turn to the outside of the hotel, a large expanse of lawn.
Finally, under the dense acacia tree, next to an abandoned low wall. Here, young Humbert and Annabelle are beginning to have sex.
Humbert's voice: On our last night together, leaving her guardian who played bridge upstairs, we managed to hide in the shade of acacia.
Young Humbert kissed Annabel's pinna and the corner of her mouth. When he put his hand under the flimsy clothes, a weird and dreamy expression began to appear on her face. She trembled all over.
Her bare knees clasped and pinched his elbows.
Her face --- is rubbing his lips with her cold lips. She reached down and took his. Mrs. Lee jumped up from her seat in the
hotel suite
.
Mrs. Lee: Where is Annabel?
Outdoor lawn
Mr. Lee appeared on the steps leading to the lawn.
Mr. Lee: Annabel! Where are you, kid?
Annabel and the young Humbert looked at each other for a long time, painfully, and lovingly.
Young Humbert's face was
heartbroken. Tears are already streaming down my face.
The
silver pewter-colored sky on the beach in winter , the cold wind is chilling. The young Humbert Longing standing alone looking out at the sea from the back.
Humbert's voice: Four months later, she died of typhus. In Corfu.
In a European-style park,
Humbert, who has grown up during the day , sits on a park bench, seeming to be reading, but actually observing the girls playing skipping rope or hopscotch.
Humbert's voice: Her death froze something in my body. The child I love is dead forever, but I am still looking for her — after my own childhood is long gone.
One of the girls came to the bench where Humbert was sitting, put a foot on the chair, leaned over and fastened the roller skates. Humbert's focus was beyond normal limits. Humbert, who took the Paris
subway
by subway, enjoyed the comfort that a little girl next to him gave him when he leaned over to check the map of the side wall, her curly hair hanging down close to his face.
Humbert's voice: The wound is poisonous, get it. How can the wound heal?
Train, during the day (1947)
Humbert is on a train traveling through the green American countryside.
Humbert's voice: Perhaps I should be more instructive. But I still accepted a faculty position at Beardsley University in the United States. I have a summer vacation before classes start in the fall. So I think I should finish writing this lesson plan at hand-an overview of French literature suitable for American students.
At Ramsdale Railway Station,
Humbert, who was on the platform during the day , walked out of the station and got into a taxi.
Humbert's voice: After getting the advance money, I want to live with my late uncle's friend — the Maikus — the New England town of Amsdale.
The Maiku’s burnt-down house,
Humbert and Maiku stood together in front of the Maiku 's burnt-down house during the day .
Humbert's voice: I didn't know that the Maiku family was home until I arrived.
On the streets of
Ramsdale , during the day Humbert was sitting in an American taxi driving on the shady street of the small town, looking at the note with the house number in his hand from time to time. In the background, a big dog who had been lying on his stomach stood up.
Maiku's voice: Thank God, it didn't hurt anyone. This is what matters. My wife, you know, go out shopping. Buy something for---
he was suddenly so excited that he couldn't speak anymore.
Humbert's voice: It's okay, Mr. Maiku, don't worry about me. I am going back to New York. I can still live in my uncle's apartment until the new buyer comes.
Maiku's voice: No, no, don't think about that. I have arranged it for you. You can live at Charlotte Haitz's house. You will like Charlotte. She is a widow now, of course, it's difficult. Always wanted to find a tenant. A man walking around in the house can cheer her up.
The dog started chasing the taxi. The driver stepped on the brakes and turned to avoid it. Humbert in the back seat knocked his head on the window glass.
On Lawn Street, during the day the
taxi stops in front of a white-framed house. This is Haze's home. Humbert got out of the car, hurriedly pulling his luggage and paying for the car, came to the door and rang the bell. It was Louise, the black maid, who came to open the door.
Louise: Wait a minute. Something is muddled.
She hurried back into the house. Humbert walked in. The furnishings of the arty house are filled with souvenirs from Mexico or somewhere. There is also a copy of Van Gogh's "Mrs. Keno of Arles" hanging on the wall.
Louise: Mrs. Haze will come down right away...
Charlotte (outside the picture): Mr. Humbert? I'll be...
Charlotte, who is upstairs, leaning on the handrail of the stairs.
Louise: She will...
Charlotte: Mr. Humbert?
With a cigarette in her hand, she walked along: she was careful about her posture, and she had just passed the heyday of very feminine charm. She saw that the long soot on the cigarette butt was flicked by her. Soot is flying everywhere.
Humbert: Yes. Uh, Mrs. Haze, right?
They shake hands. She pinched a piece of tobacco from her tongue.
Charlotte: Charlotte. I'm so happy to meet you. Frank Maiku told me a lot about your academic pursuits. You know, French is also my cherish.
Humbert: Hmm. I can—If I don’t care, I—
Charlotte: Oh, sit down, Professor Humbert. What a rude. What to drink?
Humbert: No, thank you. I really can't stay long.
Charlotte: Don't be foolish.
They sit down. Humbert leaned forward, took out an apple core from under his butt, and placed it in an ashtray, with the cigarette butt tipped inside.
Charlotte: Humbert Humbert. I want to ask—this is an unusual name.
Humbert: Yeah, who said no? My father's sense of humor is quite special.
Charlotte: Oh, what I want to say is, you will like Ramsdale very much. You will be very comfortable. There is Hourglass Lake in the north of Highway 17, and Tuesday night is the time for our movie team. Claire Quilty—you know, that playwright? It was him who gave us an explanatory performance last week. This is nothing, his brother, Ivor, is our dentist here. Oh, every other Thursday we have to implement the "Important Books Reading Plan". However, I think you are already familiar with those classics. Maybe you are willing to give a guest lecture?
Humbert: Listen to me, Mrs. Haze---
Charlotte: Charlotte.
Humbert: Charlotte. I'm so tired. Maybe we can look at the house, and then ---
Charlotte: Oh, sorry. I am really—Let’s turn around and have a look. Living room————(partition)————Please forgive me. You have seen it in the living room. These things basically come from Mexico...
She picked up a sock and stuffed it in her pocket.
Charlotte (looking away from the picture): Louise, is it cleaned up here? (Turning back to Humbert) Harold and I, my husband, both like Mexico very much. A deep and subtle culture, everything about it-we think they are simple and simple. I mean, look at us here!
Humbert: Exactly. Yes.
Charlotte: Upstairs. This is your room. Put a desk in a place—and everything you need. At $20 a month, you can't bargain anymore...
They walked through the bedroom and bathroom upstairs in the Haze house . The wet objects were hung on the unreliable bathtub, a lock of curly hair was on the wall, a hose for bathing, and the toilet seat was covered with pink. Warm pad.
Charlotte: Here are our bedrooms. This is the bathroom---sorry, it's a bit messy. I'm not afraid of chaos, I can't stand it if it's dirty. Louise cooks these. Oh! This is what makes Lediable (French: Headache)!
Louise: I'm leaving, Mrs. Haze.
Charlotte: Yes, Louise, all right. Did I pay you? Can I pay on Friday?
Louise: Okay.
They went back downstairs.
Charlotte: The kitchen. If you have anything you really want to eat, just say it. But I don’t know if Ramsdale has the foie gras you like, but — what is that?
Humbert was pulling out a small notebook from his pocket, peeking at what was written on it.
Humbert: Huh? Oh... the schedule. Just now, when I—you know, I think I have to go back to New York. In fact, it was this afternoon. Baudelaire seminar. You can understand.
Charlotte (shocked): I'm afraid you didn't get a good impression. The house is not very tidy, I admit. But I assure you that you will be very comfortable, really very comfortable. Now, before you have seen the balcony, just say no. I call this balcony.
She opened the door and they walked into the backyard.
Charlotte: There are too many things to do. Let everything be lush and strong. A life project...on the
balcony,
Lolita in the sun during the day , half naked, turned her head and looked at him through the green grass. A sprinkler in the garden was shaking the water spout gently. The water swaying back and forth often splashed on her body. Wet clothes hoop body, a black towel wrapped around the chest. The hair is chestnut.
Everything is still. There was a roar in Humbert's ears.
Honey shoulders. Smooth back. Her belly. Her sunglasses.
Charlotte: That's my Lowe—Dolores, my daughter. These are my lilies.
Humbert (completely intoxicated): Yes. Yes. It's so beautiful, so beautiful. (Pause) Ah, how is the rent calculated?
On the back porch,
Lolita took the clothes off the clothesline during the day . Humbert---dressed in casual clothes and no shoes---was looking at her. Obviously, he was immersed in it. Lolita put her clothes in a basin, walked lazily to the porch, and glanced at him.
Lolita: Hi.
Sitting on the steps of the porch, she squeezed the peach out of the can and put it in her mouth. The sugar juice flows everywhere.
Humbert: You like peaches.
Lolita: Anything you don't like? You have a bite too?
Humbert: No, no. I usually wait until the sun is about to set before eating.
Lolita: What to eat?
Humbert: Peaches.
He stared at her bare arms. She began to pick up the boulder with her toes and threw it on the can. The sound of a stone hitting a can: Ping-pong Ping-pong...
Lolita: What do you think of?
Humbert: Drive away the lion. I learned it in Africa.
Lolita: What to learn?
Humbert: Peaches.
She looked at him and grinned.
Lolita: You are sick.
He stared at the shimmer of silk at the upper part of her temple where the temples were often inserted. She continued to collect stones with her feet, and then threw them: ping-pong-pong. Suddenly, Charlotte appeared. Holding a camera in his hand.
Charlotte: Don't move. Don't place it either. Oh, Humbert, you really are there! You look like the cat that swallows the canard (duck) raw.
A snapshot of Humbert's distress.
Humbert’s room,
Humbert was sitting at his desk in the hot summer , filling the fountain pen, and then began to write a diary. He heard the sound of the little girl playing, went to the window and looked out.
Humbert’s voice: A normal man, give him a photo with many female students, and ask him to point out the most beautiful of them. It may not be able to single out the precocious girl in it...
Haze’s, Humbert’s Perspective
Lolita walked along with her friend Rose carelessly. Humbert looked down at the girls talking.
Humbert's voice: ...you have to be an artist, a crazy person, full of shame, melancholy, and despair, in order to recognize the terrible little ghost elf from the crowd. She was unknown, and she was completely unaware of her magical powers.
Rose (voice far away, to Lolita): See you, alligator.
Lolita: See you later, Crocodile.
Rose (has already started to giggle): In a while, explorer.
Lolita: Go ahead, Duffy Duck.
There was a lot of laughter.
Humbert smiled. Lolita unbuttoned her blouse to cool off, walked a few steps, and stood in front of the shower. Then, under Humbert's gaze, she walked to the clothesline, took off the blouse, and put it on.
Humbert's room,
he was typing at night . He paused for a while---heard the sound of beating clothes. He walked to the window.
The wind is beating the smock on the clothesline. He returned to the table and continued typing. Suddenly, a voice.
Lolita (outside the picture): You woke me up.
He looked up. She was standing at the door in an oversized pajama, rubbing her eyes. One leg of the pajama pants dragged to the ground.
Humbert: I'm sorry. I won't fight anymore.
He closed the lid of the typewriter. She smiled at him slightly and closed his door. He stared at the door leaf for a long time, his heart beating faster. He got up and walked to the door, opened the door, and looked into the corridor. Lolita's door was closed. On a piece of cardboard said: "Don't come in!!! It's you who said!!!"
Humbert went downstairs and went straight to the kitchen. He tiptoed to the kitchen door and stopped: Lolita is here, sitting in front of the refrigerator with the open door, his bare legs illuminated by cold light. She was reading a comic book, humming her mouth, eating ice cream from a container in the refrigerator. Humber looked at her specifically, focused so much that she didn't move, she didn't say anything, and didn't even pant for breath.
On the stair platform upstairs,
Humbert stepped inside and outside the door during the day , listening to the conversation between the mother and daughter.
Charlotte (outside the picture): I really don't understand why I waste my energy yelling at you all day long.
Lolita (outside the painting): Yes. right. I also do not understand.
Charlotte: Stop this sarcasm, young lady.
Footsteps came from the stairs. Humbert drew back to the room.
Charlotte (calling upstairs): Get out for an hour, Humbert. Don't let her go out with Rose. She is being punished.
Humbert: I will watch.
He sat back at his desk and began to draw his diary. Lolita stepped on random steps and leaped directly at the mirror. Humbert hurriedly stuffed the diary into a drawer. Lolita winked her eyes hard.
Lolita: Alas.
Humbert: What's the matter?
Lolita: Something got in the eyes.
Humbert: Let me have a look.
He walked over and gently pulled her towards him.
Humbert: Stay still.
Lolita: Okay... there it is. did you see it? I can feel it.
Humbert: Here it is. Do you know how Swiss farmers do when the eyes are lost?
Lolita: How to do it?
Humbert: Use a sharp tongue.
Lolita: You are kidding.
Humbert: Can you let me try it?
Lolita: Of course.
He did. It works.
Lolita: Wow. Incredible.
Humbert: Try another one, right?
Lolita: Are you stupid?
She watched him pursing her lips, already moving in front of her eyes. She grinned sweetly at her.
Lolita: Okay.
The moment he licked her eyelids, it was completely erotic. At this moment she laughed and ran out of the room quickly. Humbert sat down, dizzy.
On the balcony, at night
Humbert, Charlotte, Lolita, the three of them sat on the outdoor cushions, Lolita squeezed between Humbert and Charlotte like a good daughter. Humbert and Charlotte slowly sipped half a bottle of red wine while Lolita was carelessly playing with a ballet doll made of wool and tulle that was a bit worn out. Lolita is also wearing her teeth corrector. She made the doll jump around on Humbert's lap.
Lolita: I should be able to be a dancer. The real thing. Because I have a natural elegance. And, you know, a sad beauty.
Charlotte: It's sad enough.
Humbert (to Lolita): I want to see you dance when I have a chance.
Charlotte: Little girls want to dance ballet, don't they? I know I am. But I know I was a little bit—what should I say? ———Too plump? Is this term appropriate?
Lolita: Appropriate.
Charlotte gave her a stern look and stood up.
Charlotte: I'll get some more white ones.
She enters the house.
Lolita (in a conspiring tone): Let her take us to Hourglass Lake tomorrow.
Humbert: Me?
Lolita: She listens to everything you say. She likes you very much.
Charlotte came back and sat down.
Charlotte: Whispering. What are you two colluding with?
Humbert (covering for Lolita): I haven't told anyone of you about my cooking in the Arctic, right?
Lolita: Cook?
Humbert: Yeah, I can't tell you. I just opened some cans. It was a meteorological survey—at least what they said. But of course they didn't tell the truth. They are just a bunch of spies. It looks very confidential. But I did hit a white bear.
Charlotte: Oh, no.
The doll briskly jumped between Humbert and Lolita in the half-bright and half-dark light. Lolita would accidentally touch Humbert.
Humbert: But it didn't hit.
Lolita: Yeah, how can you beat the white bear? It's a terrible thing to do that.
Humbert: But I found it was smelling our ice cream blender. I can't help it. We rely on ice cream to survive.
Charlotte: I think the white bear is in Antarctica.
Lolita (sarcastically): That's a penguin. Your mother.
Humbert: That's right. There is a big difference between a penguin and a white bear—you know that, don’t you?
Lolita grinned in support, and turned to Humbert.
Humbert: I mean, have you seen a small carpet made of penguin skin?
Lolita giggled and slapped her doll. Her arm rested on his lap.
Humbert: Didn't you walk on it? Crunchy. It's incredible.
Lolita laughed out loud. Smiled and bent over. She slapped Humbert's thigh.
Lolita: Your mind is not bad, right. It's still a small shack.
Charlotte: Can you stop messing with that doll?
Charlotte snatched the doll and threw it into the dark.
Charlotte: Now we all think it's time for Luo to go to bed. Luo?
Lolita: What do you mean by "we", white face?
Humbert (to Lolita): That's it, as I said, I really carry a special white bear hunting gun there. Protective color, you know.
The phone rang.
Lolita: Mine.
She leaped up and ran into the house, and the swaying way of closing the door made Charlotte frowned.
Charlotte: I hope you can forgive Luo's rudeness. Okay, so much better now, right?
The popular "My Carmen" music sounded, and the sound increased a bit. Lolita dances with it in the background.
Lolita (outside the painting): Humbert! Look! This is my original modern dance.
Charlotte (screaming): Dolores Haze! Shut it off! (To Humbert) To be honest, she is a nuisance. If she really interrupts your meditation, beat her hard. Do you know what I think? It would be nice if you could live until the fall. Can you help her with her homework? Especially geography, mathematics, French-
Humbert (absent-minded): No problem. No problem at all.
Humbert
sitting at the desk in Humbert's room was writing a diary. There is a quarrel between Charlotte and Lolita outside the painting.
Humbert's voice: I just look forward to some natural and man-made disasters. earthquake. Big explosion. Her mother disappeared instantly, including everyone within a radius of a hundred miles. Lolita is in my arms.
He listened attentively.
Charlotte (outside the picture): I have told you thousands of times that I don't like seeing your hair on soap.
Lolita (outside the painting): That's clean hair, isn't it?
Charlotte (outside the picture): It's disgusting.
Humbert heard Lolita's footsteps upstairs. He got up, opened the door, and quickly slipped back to his seat. He listened attentively, using his ears to follow Lolita's path-the opening and closing of the bathroom door, the toilet seat was lowered, the water was flushed, the water flowed into the sewer rumbling, and the door opened again. As he passed by his door, Lolita glanced in. Then, the half of the body that had passed by turned back again. Finally, he came in slowly, ignoring Humbert, pinching a piece of paper, and giving it a half-hearted glance.
We and Humbert watched her every move: Xinma moved around behind the desk, and Xing Song's eyes fell on his diary.
Lolita: I'm so lazy today.
Humbert: Me too.
Lolita: Really? Did you sleep well all the time?
Humbert: Not what you can imagine.
She sat on his lap and twisted his knee a few times to make it more comfortable. Her lips opened slightly.
Lolita: I said. Am I getting a rash?
Humbert: What?
Lolita: It's like a pustule. you know.
Humbert: Oh. In my opinion...you look great.
Lolita: No, there. Want to see it?
He looked up at her, obsessed with it. She watched him look at her like that. She smiled slightly.
Charlotte (calling from downstairs): Humbert?
Lolita jumped from Humbert's lap and rushed out of the room. Charlotte, who came upstairs from the
stairwell,
just saw Lolita running through the corridor like a smoke. She probed into Humbert's door.
Charlotte: Did she mess with you again?
She looked at him inquiringly.
Humbert: What did you say? (Pause) Oh no. No. No. No.
At Haze's house,
Charlotte and Humbert were walking towards the blue Melmos during the day .
Charlotte: It just so happens that you can pick a perfume for me. I know you must have a high appreciation for this kind of things. You have lived in Paris, and you have the sunny and sea Kot d’azur.
Humbert: Oh, I'm not an expert. I just follow my nose, really.
Charlotte: Oh, don't be so constrained, professor. There is something you don't understand. I just want you to choose it. Choose what you find most tempting!
She got into the car with a loud laugh. Lolita appeared on the front porch.
Lolita: Hey! Where do you two guys want to go? I am coming too.
There is a truck carrying a wheelchair across the street. The driver got into the car, slowly backed up, and occupied the entire street.
Charlotte: Oh, this car! What is he doing?
Lolita rushed all the way.
Charlotte: What is she going to do?
Lolita got in the car, crawled over Humbert, and sat between them.
Charlotte: What are you doing?
Lolita (to Humbert): You, move your cock.
Charlotte: Low!
Lolita: Drive!
The truck drove away. Charlotte also started the car.
Charlotte: Can you expect a child to know when she shouldn't show up? Time to take a shower!
Charlotte did not change gears and stepped on the accelerator. Humbert looked down at Lolita's bare feet. Band-aids were wrapped around the big toe, and the rest of the toenails were covered with cherry-colored polish. Lolita slid her hand into Humbert's slap. He rubbed that hand. The car continued on. Charlotte honked his horn frequently in the traffic.
Charlotte: What am I missing again?
Lolita grinned at Humbert and shook his hand.
Lolita (talking to herself): Yeah. Uh huh. Oh oh.
In the bathroom,
Humbert in pajamas is brushing his teeth in the morning . When he turned off the faucet, the phone rang. Humbert stared at himself in the mirror, turned to open the door, and stood on the landing.
Lolita (outside the picture): Mine!
Charlotte (outside the painting): No, that's not it. Serve Mr. Humbert's breakfast.
Lolita: Who saw my other tourist shoe?
Charlotte: Dolores!
Hearing Lolita coming upstairs, Humbert slipped back to his room. The door opened, and Lolita appeared with her breakfast tray. Only one foot is wearing tourist shoes, the other is bare.
Lolita: Don't say anything. I have your bacon.
She giggled and ran away. There was the sound of her jumping footsteps on the stairs. Humbert smiled slightly and slid up the landing again.
Charlotte is answering the phone.
Charlotte: It's a pity that someone is like this... but it's a topic that won't last two days... That's right, I'm sure he is also very happy to meet you---what? (Shame smile)...Oh, I know all the rumors...Joan, don't talk about it...Of course I admit that he is indeed a very attractive man, but that doesn't mean...Oh, now... the
call is over Yes, I heard Charlotte coming up the stairs. Humbert was nervous.
Charlotte (outside the picture): Dolores ---
Lolita (outside the picture): How do you live when these shoes are not in pairs?
Charlotte: Dolores, it's Mrs. Fallot.
Lolita: What's the matter?
Charlotte: Rose has a fever, she can't go to Hourglass Lake.
Lolita: What's the matter then?
Charlotte: This means that neither you nor Mr. Humbert can go. Let's go again next Sunday.
Lolita: Oh huh?
Charlotte: Low, don't talk to me in that accent, please. Can I go to church?
Lolita: I don't go to churches that I hate.
Charlotte: Young lady...
Lolita: Don't go to church if you don't go to a picnic.
Charlotte: I'm fine, miss. This is a matter of conscience. But when I come back, your room must be as clean as new. You have to wash your hair, young lady!
Lolita: I washed it.
Charlotte: When?
Lolita: A few months ago.
The door closed heavily. Humbert listened for a while, then walked gently out of the room and put his breakfast plate on a chair by the door.
Still in his pajamas, he went downstairs, humming inconsistently. He walking down, a close-up shot of his face.
Humbert's voice: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury! I hope you will participate in this scene that is about to unfold. To this day, my heart is still beating for it. Still embarrassed, groaning in embarrassment. However, please stay calm.
At Haze's house, during the day
Humbert heard that Lolita was in the kitchen, so he sat on the sofa and read a magazine so that she would see him when she came out. Sure enough, she appeared with an apple. Lolita jumped onto the sofa and sat down next to him. The hem of her skirt floated up and down. She threw the apple into the air, and then reached out to catch it.
Lolita: What is conscience? I love whoever I don’t, anyway.
Apple wants to follow the trajectory just now. But half of the waist was confiscated by Humbert and hidden behind him.
Lolita (playfully): Get it back! That is my apple!
He tossed the apple between his hands. She grabbed it and took a big bite freely.
Lolita: Why don't you go to church with my mother?
Humbert: I will go soon.
Lolita: You are like me, aren't you?
Humbert: How is it the same?
Lolita: We are all bad guys.
Humbert: We?
Lolita: Hmm. Pretty bad. What are you looking at?
She snatched the magazine from him. In the next few dialogues, the magazine changed hands, and now it is in Humbert's hands. Lolita leaned back in the corner of the sofa and put her legs on Humbert's knees.
Humbert: Catch the thief!
Lolita: Hey, what is it, yellow?
Humbert: Yellow! It is "Outlook".
Lolita: I hate these magazines. "Outlook." "Life". "era". Why do they want to use such an earthy name?
She grabbed the magazine again, turned the pages quickly, chewing the apple with relish. He leaned over to her. Her hair touched his temple. Her arm touched his cheek, and she wiped her mouth with his wrist.
Humbert: Because they are American magazines, Americans don't like to read anything that is too complicated.
She adjusted the legs that were resting on his legs.
Humbert: Uh. These Americans now, Lolita...
Lolita: What do you call me?
Humbert: Lolita. Can't it?
Lolita: I don't know. nothing.
She turned the page and rubbed him with her arms, shoulders, and knees.
Lolita: Really, look at this guy Salvador Dali. It's really goosebumps. How did he make his beard like this?
She knocked her two bare knees impatiently.
Humbert: He gets some beeswax and twists it on his beard, like this.
Humbert pretended to have a beard, and twiddled to show her. While doing this, he twisted his body under her legs.
Lolita: Does he really think that's cool?
Humbert: Well, like the Americans I told you, if you want to classify them...
He continued to move under her legs. Her legs twitched.
Humbert (continued): ...I'm sorry...If you want to tell who they are, just look at whether they read "Life" or "Time", you see, uh, there are so many celebrity photos here, that's it. As long as they do this, no matter if it is called Congwu or The People, they can make a lot of money...
Lolita: What are you doing? Wow, William Holden! ...
Humbert: Sorry, it's kind of itchy here-it must be the fan in my room, it...
Lolita: Look at him! It's like something good happened. Hey! Look! I like this guy!
Humbert: ...make the air very dry, I think.
Lolita: That great song is his work. you know. (Humming) Oh, my Carmen, my little Carmen...
She sang and used her legs to beat her two bare knees frequently. He also began to sing with her, but not in the tune, and added words that were not there. She corrected it immediately. During this time, he had been moving under her legs. His breathing is getting faster and faster.
Humbert: Charming Carmen. Start to rinse your mouth.
Lolita: I remember those sultry nights.
Humbert: Everyone before Raphael.
Lolita: No, come on. Those stars, those cars, those bars, and those male entertainers.
He moved under her. Her legs twitched. The slippers on my feet fell off.
She touched a stack of old magazines on her heel. Humbert's hand rested lightly on her calf.
Humbert: Those bars flickered, those cars stopped...
She got up laboriously, trying to put the apple core in an ashtray. In this way, her legs and her hips are pressed on his legs.
His eyes. Lolita's face was flushed. Sunlight came in through the curtains.
Humbert: Those evil dogs barking, those birds frolicking.
Lolita: Oh, my charming, our terrible fight.
At the moment when the apple core was about to be thrown out, Lolita changed her mind again and put it back in her mouth to bite.
Humbert: So terribly withered.
Lolita: And the one that looks like a town...
His hand moved from her calf to her knee, and then her thigh.
Humbert (out of breath): Oh, look what's wrong with your leg!
Lolita: ...and the town, let's go on, our last fight, and the gun I used to fight you, oh my Carmen...
Humbert: Ah!
Lolita: ...I have a gun in my hand.
Humbert rubbed her thighs.
Humbert: There is a bruise on your leg!
Lolita (screaming): That's nothing!
She twisted and shook her head back.
Humbert: Ah!
He kissed her naked neck. Lolita's eyes.
Humbert: Ah, my goodness.
Lolita: Here comes!
She jumped up from the sofa and ran to the phone, which had been ringing intermittently for a while. Humbert leaned his head on the back of the sofa. Excited, she looked down at her pajamas, then glanced at Lolita who was answering the phone, who nodded to him, and made a gesture of laughter with her free hand. Her cheeks are red and her hair is unruly. Her clothes and socks were leaning away from the crooked side.
Lolita: ...Yes, but why should I have to have lunch with you and Mrs. Chatfield? ...What about Phyllis there? ...Is it, who wants it? ...Tell me now...no, now...now...you are really choking you, oh, well, I will go...no, you have to pick me up...I don't want to walk. Call a car—my little Carmen.
She winked at Humbert in an amazingly provocative way, and the latter was trying to get up, but his expression and clothes were a little out of shape. Just when he wanted to sneak away from the sofa...
Lolita: Okay. 15 minutes. I change my clothes. OK.
She hung up the phone. Humbert was sitting half-up, shaking his pajamas tightly, and when he was about to rush up the stairs, he hesitated when he saw Lolita coming over.
Lolita: What's wrong with you?
Humbert: Me?
Lolita: Yes, why do you bow your head, are you sick?
Humbert: Oh. toothache.
Lolita: Toothache?
Humbert: It hurts a lot. I think I'd better sit for a while.
She looked at him with a smile on her lips.
Lolita: You guys are so funny.
With a teasing expression, she hurried upstairs to change her clothes, still humming something in her mouth. Humbert's eyes followed her.
Dining room, evening
candlelight dinner. Humbert and Charlotte sat opposite each other at the table. Humbert was eating cold cut meat and salad. Charlotte's dinner plate is empty.
She gently knocked the silver cutlery on both sides of the dinner plate, as if hitting the keyboard of a piano. She looked at Humbert on the opposite side with a smile on her face.
Charlotte: Do you like salad? Where is my seasoning? This is the practice introduced in the "Foodie" magazine.
Humbert: Impeccable. You didn't eat it?
Charlotte: No, don't worry about me. I like looking at you.
He eats.
Charlotte: How quiet when Low is away, isn't it?
Humbert: Really... Where did she go to...?
Charlotte: Don't worry. This whole night is ours. I also want to tell you a good news. She won't get in the way here for the next two months. The Chatfields are going to send Phyllis to the Kovatomie summer camp — we all call it Camp Q. Luo also went, thank goodness. Depart on Thursday.
Humbert: What?
He was shocked.
Charlotte: Oh, she turned it over when I first mentioned it to her, but she would like it immediately when she arrived. These days she didn't do anything business except to bother you and disturb you, and ---Humbert, my goodness. Your face is terrible. Are you okay?
Humbert: Toothache. It hurts terribly.
Charlotte: Oh, that's too bad. We will send you to see Dr. Quilty early tomorrow morning.
Humbert: No, it's nothing. I'm sure, get a good night's sleep...
Charlotte: Oh, don't be silly, you poor good fellow. Sleep can't cure toothache. Now, let's take these candles and sit on the balcony, or do you want to go to bed and treat your teeth?
Humbert: Uh. To condition the teeth.
In Lolita's room,
Charlotte and Lolita were preparing to pack for the summer camp during the day . Charlotte is holding a roll of already cut name signs: "Dolores Haz Dolores Haz Dolores Haz..."
Charlotte: I want you before noon Put these name tags on your luggage.
Lolita: I don't want to go.
Charlotte: You said nothing.
Lolita: I don't want to go, you can't force me.
Charlotte: Listen, we all think this is a good idea. Professor Humbert also thinks this is a good idea, and I think it is a good idea. You have to go!
Lolita ran out ding-ding, still holding a shoe last in her hand. Humbert, who was standing on the landing, watched all this nervously, and Lolita hit him on the arm with a shoe last as she passed him.
Lolita: Liar!
While Humbert was rubbing her arm in annoyance, she was already kicking downstairs.
In Humbert's room,
downstairs outside the window during the day , the car that sent Lolita was packed and waiting there. Lolita was very excited, and after Charlotte ran, Louise put the last piece of luggage in the car. Humbert in his room upstairs was writing something, but he couldn't control himself, so he still leaned to the window from time to time to check the preparations.
He saw Charlotte getting in the car and closed the door on her side. Lolita was also going to sit in the co-pilot's seat and waved goodbye to Louis. At this moment, she looked up at Humbert's window. After a moment of hesitation, she opened the car door and ran into the house.
Humbert lifted the waistband of the pajama pants, pushed the door open, and Lolita plunged into his arms. She kissed his lips firmly. He wanted to say something but couldn't tell, she suddenly ran away again, turning back the same way as she had come.
Humbert leaped towards the window, tears almost falling, and watched the car drive away. Charlotte, who was sitting in the driver's seat, moved his mouth. It was reprimanding something. The big dog was chasing the car. The old lady Obosided was sitting on the front porch of her house, not knowing why but beckoning her hands rhythmically.
Humbert reluctantly left the window and staggered to Lolita's room. He opened the door of her closet wide, leaned on the clothes that were randomly laid out, and buried his face in the hill-like pile of clothes.
At this moment, he realized that it was Louise who called him on the stairs. Humbert quickly packed himself up and ran out of the door. Louise was slightly taken aback when she saw him coming out of Lolita's room.
Louise: Oh, it's enough for me to climb. This is for you, Mr. Humbert.
She handed him an envelope.
Humbert: Thank you, Louise.
Louise: You're welcome, Mr. Humbert. I want to go back. see you tomorrow.
Humbert: Yes. good.
She turned and went downstairs, talking to herself, hearing the sound of the front door closing. Humbert walked to the desk and opened the envelope. When the outside picture below sounded, he stood up again, walked slowly into the corridor, read the letter, and unknowingly entered Lolita's room.
Charlotte's voice: This is a confession: I love you. I fell in love with you from the first time I saw you. I am a passionate and lonely woman, and you are the love in my life. Now, my dearest favorite, you read it. Now you know. So can you please, immediately, pack and leave. go. DePartez (Latin: leave). Adieu (French: farewell). At this moment, cheri (French: beloved), it's very simple. Of course, I know too well, I am nothing to you, nothing. Oh, yes, you are happy to talk to me---the poor me---you are more and more fond of our friendly home, and even Luo's noisy appearance. But I am nothing to you. right? right. So please destroy this letter and go...
Humbert read the letter and curled up on Lolita's bed. He looked exhausted: he knew he had to leave. The muscles in his eyes twitched. Our eyes moved from his face to the ledge above the bed, where there was a roll of name signature with "Dolores Haze" written on it, which was not opened. Looking at the wall above the bed, there are photos of William Holden and John Garcia, as well as a Claire Quilty, a line of text beside a lit camel smoke: "The world-renowned playwright Claire Quilty said,'Nothing can compare to a camel—the cigarette of a thinking man.'”
Then there was a magazine page nailed to the wall: a radiant young mother, a handsome young father , In the middle is a brilliant-faced eight- or nine-year-old daughter.
Charlotte's voice: ...I'll be back before dinner, when you must be gone. You know, Cheri, if I find that you are still at home, then it can only mean one thing: you need me like I need you, to be your life partner, you are ready to make your life with me forever and forever The connection with him started, and, being the father of my little daughter...
We saw the father on the inside page of the magazine more closely, and he was caressing the blond hair of his daughter with his hand.
Lolita wrote H·H· on it with crayon, and an arrow pointed at the man. Humbert placed the picture under his jaw, with a smile on his face.
In the Haze’s kitchen,
Humbert drank a glass of gin during the day . He took a deep breath, took a few deep breaths, and then another bigger cup.
In the garden of Haze's house,
Humbert was weeding the lawn, making a deep foot and a shallow foot, humming something in his mouth. His eyes were on the street. A car passed by. The big dog barked and chased after him. Across the street, Leslie, Miss Oposed's black gardener, was also weeding the lawn. He waved a greeting. Finally, Charlotte's blue car appeared. Humbert ran behind the house with the lawn mower. He started weeding the lawn behind. He looked up. Charlotte was looking around the window. She saw him. He waved to her, just like any satisfied husband in a suburban residential area.
Charlotte's face close-up. Humbert closed the lawn mower.
Humbert’s room,
Humbert was writing his book during the day . Charlotte appeared, sat on his lap, and kissed him. He groaned softly with her body sinking. But when she saw him, he smiled.
Charlotte: At this moment, this is a gift from Hongfu. Heaven on earth. Isn't it, eh?
Humbert: Hmm.
Charlotte: You have to admit—(hiccup)—Sorry. You have to admit how peaceful it is without Luo getting in the way.
Humbert: Really.
Charlotte: Honey?
Humbert: Huh?
Charlotte: You are writing your book, right?
Humbert: Yeah.
He flipped through the pages on the desk and pulled the drawer.
Charlotte: My dear, there are some things I can't know for sure. Can you postpone your teaching position or reject it altogether?
Humbert: Delay. I can go to work as I wish.
Charlotte tried to open the drawer, only to find that it was locked.
Charlotte: Oh, a drawer with a secret. what is inside?
Humbert: Old love letter.
Charlotte: Can I watch it?
Humbert: No way. (Pause) Charlotte, let me finish this chapter, and then I will go downstairs to find you, okay?
Coming down from his lap, the boss was unhappy, but he didn't mean to leave yet. She lit a cigarette. Dip a piece of tobacco with your fingertips.
Charlotte: Yeah.
Humbert: Okay.
Charlotte: I have a surprise for you. Since you are not worried about the teaching position of autumn, we will go to England. We have to spend our honeymoon.
Humbert (with a good-tempered smile): Then I will surprise you too, dear. We will not go to England.
Charlotte: What?
Humbert: I'm tired of Europe, which also includes Britain. That old world is not just the old, dear, it sucks. The color advertisements in your magazines will not make me feel good about it again.
Charlotte: But, no matter who said---
Humbert: Listen. Even in the most harmonious family life—just like our family—not everything is decided by the wife. Some things are still decided by the husband.
Charlotte: Hmm, I—
Humbert: I haven't lost my temper right now. Not a single bit. But I am a member of this family, and I also want to have my weak but clear voice.
She knelt down, shook her head and took his pants.
Charlotte: Oh, whoa. I am fainted. I'm so stupid. You are my husband, my master, and my God. Let's make love, right away —
Humbert: Let me finish this chapter. Go and make me a glass of gin — all right?
She hurried out of the house. Humbert picked up a book and read it.
Charlotte's bedroom,
Humbert and Charlotte are making love at night , Charlotte is in it, full of love. Humbert stared at a picture of Lolita by the bed.
kitchen
Humbert was washing dishes and wiping dishes, humming softly.
Humbert's voice: For most of July, I have been testing the effects of various sleeping pills, and I tried the same on Charlotte. She is a drug-resistant king. Humbert in the
hall downstairs was
wiping his hands with a wet towel. He walked upstairs.
Charlotte's bedroom
Charlotte was lying on the bed spread out, wearing charming underwear, but had passed out.
Humbert's voice: The maximum dose I gave her can make her lose consciousness for 4 hours. But it was not enough to protect me from an undisturbed night.
Humbert looked at Charlotte and sang "I Have Fallen in Love" softly. But she was motionless.
Seeing him pick up a big flashlight again and use it to shine Charlotte's face.
He saw him poking her thigh with his finger, and then pinched her again.
Seeing him yelling at her, stabbing her, from light to heavy, stabbing her leg, her waist, and turning on a radio next to her ear. In the process, we heard:
Humbert's voice: This is the more effective prescription prescribed by Dr. Melnick.
Confirming that there was nothing to wake her up, he took off his clothes, put on his pajamas, slumped on the bed, and sighed heavily. He patted the pillow, leaned back on it exaggeratedly, and then, very easily and contentedly, gave her a goodnight kiss. This time it broke, Charlotte woke up and grabbed him---
Charlotte: Oh, huh. Finally
...——Like a drowning person, he was drowned in her arms.
Hourglass Lake,
Humbert and Charlotte parked their cars in the parking lot during the day and walked towards the lake. They are wearing bathing suits and bathrobes.
Charlotte: You know, meet, I have the strongest dream. If I could hire a really well-trained German girl like the Talbots said, I would die of joy. Let her live at home.
Humbert: Nowhere.
Charlotte: Of course, cheri, but you underestimated the possibilities of the Humbert family. We can put her in Luo's room. I plan to transform that cave into a guest room.
Humbert: Where does Lolita sleep?
Charlotte: Xiao Luo, I think, there is no need to reserve land for her for the time being. Xiao Luo will go straight from the summer camp to a good boarding school-where there is strict discipline and some kind of appropriate religious training.
Humbert's eyes began to twitch. He quickly put on his sunglasses, and he and Charlotte walked with their mouths tight.
They reached the lake, which was calm and empty, and Charlotte spread out a bath towel. She sat on the bath towel. Humbert stood for a while, and then sat down beside her, trying his best to restrain anger and disgust.
Charlotte: It's hot, oh. Let's go into the water.
Humbert (sullen face): Yeah. Go on.
When entering the water, Charlotte put on a black shower cap. We see Charlotte's white thighs: goose bumps. Charlotte plunged into the water, making a big splash. Humbert followed, thinking. They swim towards the center of the lake.
The entire lake area became more and more empty.
Humbert watched Charlotte's head hit the water. Her pale lips. The black swimming cap on her head. Her plump and hydrated neck. Humbert dived into the water. Charlotte looked around.
Charlotte: Huh?
Underwater, we quickly approached Charlotte's kicking legs. Humbert caught them and dragged her down from the water. She struggled and cried.
Humbert standing at the bottom of the lake, clutching Charlotte's leg. Watching her take the last breath.
Humbert's head emerged from the lake.
Humbert's voice: You should be clear, guys. The logical excitement has been blasting in my ears: now is the time, now is the time. But, guys, I still can't do it.
We went back to the scene where he watched Charlotte's head up and down from behind. She was not drowned—he was just fantasizing doing that. At the moment he fell into delirium, he thought she was about to end up, but now, he must save her. He leaned towards her, and she turned her head back in amazement.
Charlotte: God, you scared me. Are you OK?
Humbert, dazedly, looked at her.
Humbert: Sorry. I just—I just walked away for a while.
Charlotte: Is there me in the god you walk?
Humbert: Too much.
Charlotte: What a sweet person.
At the doctor's clinic,
Humbert was talking to Dr. Melnick during the day .
Humbert: I think I must be resistant to drugs. If I say I want to put it down, for example, a cow — seven or eight hours — what can you drive me? And, you know, that cow has to sleep so that you can't wake up when you roll around it?
Melnick: Well, try this. New product. My wife ate this without saying a word all night.
Humbert: It sounds exactly what I want.
Melnick handed him a medicine bottle.
Street, in the afternoon,
Humbert drove his car and turned onto Lawn Street, humming "My Carmen."
The big dog chased up, barking wildly one by one. The car stopped in front of Haze's house, and the big dog followed, silently.
Humbert got out of the car. He raised one foot and made a gesture to kick it, and the dog flinched. Miss Oposed, sitting in the rocking chair on her front porch, waving her hand. A nurse in white stockings and white shoes walked to her house, and when she passed the mailbox, she also dropped a few letters in. Humbert picked up the newspaper boy and threw the newspaper on the front porch, briskly walked up the steps, and entered the house.
Humbert: I'm home!
He stopped. Charlotte sat at the table with her back to him, dressed as if she was going to a luncheon.
She is writing a letter.
Humbert: Hello?
Charlotte's writing stopped for a moment, but the sitting posture remained the same. After a while, slowly, she turned around on the chair.
Because of the tears streaming down my face, the makeup on my face was already spent. Her eyes fell on Humbert's lap.
Charlotte: That Haze woman, that fat cow, that nasty breast — that old and stupid Haze woman is no longer your puppet —
Humbert: Charlotte, Look at the old
talent - Humbert has seen his diary on the desktop.
Charlotte: You are the devil. You are an abominable, sinful devil. If you dare to come, I will go to the window and call. Stay away from me!
She grabbed the diary and threw it at him, puffing her breath with effort.
Humbert: Honey, those are just---
Charlotte: I'm leaving tonight. You can keep this house---I don't care. It's just that you never want to see that despicable kid anymore. Quickly disappear from my eyes!
Humbert staggered out of the room. He walked towards the stairs. He came in to
Humbert's room
. His desk drawer was wide open, and the key was stuck in the lock. He sat for a while, thinking, with the back of his hand resting on his forehead.
Stairs
Humbert downstairs. He walked into the dining room and talked to Charlotte through the half-open door.
Humbert (softly): Listen, dear. That's nothing. What you found is a fragment of a novel I am going to write. Your name, as well as Luo's, just use it at will. Part of the creative process. I'll get you something to drink. Let me explain it to you slowly.
Charlotte was still writing, only her back was seen. Humbert poured whiskey into two glasses in the
kitchen and dining room
. He opened the refrigerator door and the compressor yelled at him.
It could be seen that he was thinking that although he was extremely worried, he was also confident that he could change Charlotte's determination.
He took out an ice tray, put it in the sink, turned on the faucet, and poured it on the ice tray. The water was rustling, and the ice on the ice tray cracked.
The refrigerator dinged a few more times. Humbert added soda and his glass sizzled.
He entered the dining room with a wine glass, and walked to the living room where Charlotte was writing a letter.
Humbert: A glass of whiskey can refresh our minds---huh.
The phone rang. Putting down the wine glass first, he picked up the microphone.
Humbert: Hello?
Man's voice: Sir, this is Leslie. Across the street? Mrs. Humbert, she was hit, come on.
Humbert with the microphone in his hand opened the door of the living room with his foot—
Humbert: Someone said on the phone that you were hit, Charlotte.
He scanned the living room and didn't see Charlotte.
Humbert ran out of the house. He was greeted by a grotesque scene. On the side of the street not far away, a large black Packard parked on the slanted grass at the front door of Miss Opposite. All doors are open.
You can clearly see the mailbox on the corner of Miss Oposed’s lawn. Miss Oposed sitting in the rocking chair was dumbfounded, still dizzy, and muttered in her mouth. Her nurse ran to her with a flat-bottomed cup. An old man with a short white mustache, a gray suit and a bow tie with a checkered pattern, lay on the grass with a blanket under his feet. His eyes were open, and he was still alive, but he appeared to be extremely frightened.
The big dog barked, sniffing in the crowd. Leslie, the black gardener, and Mr. Bill, Packard's driver, stood together. The two policemen were asking them something. Bill shook his head repeatedly, gesturing desperately.
On the sidewalk, under the car, covered with newspaper, it seemed to be a person.
Humbert: Where is my wife?
Police: Are you Mr. Humbert?
Humbert: I am.
Bill: Oh, my goodness. She rushed directly in front of me. I have no time at all...
Police: Is this Mrs. Humbert?
Charlotte's face. Her eyelashes are still wet.
Humbert: Oh my god. my God.
He can't stand steady. The policeman supported him and let him lean on the car.
Police: I am very sorry, sir.
Humbert leaned back, completely dizzy. A little girl in a rabbit suit touched his hand and handed him three envelopes.
Little girl: She is going to the post box. I saw it.
Humbert: Thank you.
He looked down at the envelope. The first one was sent to Saint Quentin’s boarding school for girls; the recipient of the second letter was Joan Fallow, and the recipient of the third letter was Dolores Haze, which was forwarded by Covatomie’s summer camp . Humbert stuffed the letter into his trouser pocket.
Humbert: Officer, I have to—I have to sit down for a while. My home is there, across the street.
Police: Go ahead. Humbert took a few sips of wine in the
living room of
Haze's house and burned the letter in the fireplace.
He began to weep. He got up and stood in the middle of the living room. Walking into the dining room, two glasses of whiskey were still there. He went back to the living room.
His diary was still on the floor, and he put it in his pocket.
Shuffle upstairs. Standing on the landing for a while, enter the master bedroom. There was Charlotte's suitcase on the bed, and it was obvious that it stopped just as soon as he started packing. He put it back and put the box back in the closet. He stopped. Looking at his own shadow in the mirror. He walked into Lolita's room and saw the page cut from the magazine again with the words "H·H·" painted by Lolita. His eyes fell on a hairpin on the table, and he gently held it in his hand. A handful of lilies in the
living room with
a black-edged condolence card on which was written "the saddest condolences." Pulling behind the camera, I saw more lilies, more condolence cards, and Humbert himself was answering the phone. There was a suitcase on the floor next to him.
Humbert: Then when can she end the hike?
Woman's voice: Later today. Oh, it may be late.
Humbert: Listen to me, Mrs. Holmes, I beg you to handle this matter with the utmost care. Dolores' mother is sick. She has been hospitalized.
Woman's voice: Wow, that's terrible.
Humbert: The situation is serious, but don't tell Dolores this.
Woman's voice: Yes, of course.
Humbert: Will she be ready to leave with me tomorrow afternoon?
Humbert's car, driving,
gas station during the day , and
Humbert making a pay call at night .
Humbert: Is it the Enchanted Hunter Hotel? ...The hotel, sorry. Yes, this is Mr. Humbert. It's Edgar H...Yes, Hemberg. No, bert, it's bert... tomorrow night. Just stay for one night in a two-bed single room. Two people. Oh, one big and one small, one and a half...suitable...me and my little, uh, little daughter.
Entered the men's bathroom at the gas station, locked the door, and stared at himself reflected in the stained mirror. From his underwear pocket, he took out a bottle of medicine, shook a pill out of it, made a gesture of injecting the medicine, and swallowed it. However, the pill was still in his palm. He repeated this set of actions again, pursing his lips with joy at himself in the mirror.
At the Kovatomie summer camp,
Humbert parked his car in a pine forest during the day . A red-haired boy in a green shirt is playing a hoop tossing game.
Humbert: Hello. Can you tell me where I can find Mrs. Holmes?
The boy pointed to him with a sullen face.
On
all four walls of Mrs. Holmes’s office are pictures of children, framed in the frame are the approval letter for the opening of the camp. Mrs. Holmes, wearing a white polo shirt and black shorts from the camp, with a whistle around her neck, sat at the desk and issued a receipt. Tore off the newly filled receipt from the receipt book and handed it to Humbert, who was sitting across from her.
Holmes: This is for you. Now she knew that her mother was sick. She will be here in a minute—I just sent Charlie to the dining room to call her. She is a member of the Supervisory Flag.
Humbert: Charlie?
In the summer camp,
Holmes accompanies Humbert to the dining room.
Holmes: For more than a week, the two of them are very close. It is a pleasure to see our young people make friends here.
Humbert: So... who is this Charlie?
Footsteps.
Holmes: Look, she's here.
He turned his head. Lolita walked this way, dragging her suitcase.
Lolita: Hi, Dad.
He looked at her carefully. She was very tanned, or dark brown, and she was radiant to the extreme.
She wears a tight tank top, a pair of fat khaki shorts underneath, and one shoe has no laces at all. Humbert was dizzy. Everything slowed down, and Humbert's ears rang.
Lolita smiled at him.
Humbert's car,
Lolita, chewed gum and sat in the front seat. Humbert put her suitcase in the car, got in the car himself, and closed the door. Lolita slapped a fly on her knee, then rolled down the car window on her side.
Lolita: How is mom?
They hit the road.
Humbert: Well, the doctor hasn't confirmed it yet. Abdominal (belly) problem.
Lolita: abominable?
Humbert: Abdominal.
The car is moving forward.
Humbert: She is at the specialist hospital in Lepinville. So we have to drive to Brysland, spend the night, and then go to the hospital tomorrow. Maybe it's the day after tomorrow.
Lolita: What do you mean, the day after tomorrow?
Humbert: Well, that's a specialist hospital. It is not accessible every day. It is not the same as a normal hospital.
She looked at him.
Humbert: So... how about summer camp?
Lolita: Aha.
Humbert: Is it regrettable to leave?
Lolita: Ahaha.
Humbert: Talk, Luo, don't just hum. Tell me about it.
Lolita: What are you talking about, Dad?
Humbert: Anything will do.
Lolita: Can I call you that?
Humbert: Of course.
Lolita: When did you fall in love with my mother?
Humbert: Look at the cows on the hillside.
Lolita: I'm going to vomit again.
Humbert: You know, I miss you. I really want to.
Lolita: But I don't think about you much. In fact, I was extremely unfaithful to you. But so what? Anyway, you never take me seriously anymore. Hey, you drive much faster than my mother, sir!
Humbert slowed down.
Humbert: Why do you say that I no longer take you seriously?
Lolita: Well, you haven't kissed me yet, have you?
Roadside
him off the main road, the roadside weeds to stop the car. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him eagerly. He trembled and squeezed all over, not daring to really let go of himself.
A police car drove over. Humbert quickly pushed Lolita away. The police officer rolled down the car window and stared at them. Humbert sat up straight, smirking.
Humbert: Hello, officer. Is there something wrong?
Police: Did you see a blue sleeping car like yours? It may pass you at the turn.
Humbert: No, I didn't see it.
Lolita leaned forward, her hand on Humbert's thigh.
Lolita: No, police officer, I didn't see the other blue ones. But can you be absolutely sure that it is blue? Because we may have seen a little purple or red — the
police officer beckoned friendly and drove the car away.
Lolita (chuckling): Goodbye.
They hit the road again.
Lolita: He should arrest you. You violated the speed limit. (Pause) I like you to run fast.
Humbert: Really?
Lolita: From now on
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