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.
是个浪漫主义的故事Rick和警长的故事比Rick和女主的狗血故事精彩多了 "Where were you last night? " "That's so long ago, I don’t remember. " "Will I see you tonight? " "I never make plans that far ahead. "