Monday, May 26, 2014

Daily Dose

From Speak, Memory, by Vladimir Nabokov

OUR INNOCENCE

"Our innocence seems to me now almost monstrous, in the light of various 'sexual confessions' (to be found in Havelock Ellis and elsewhere), which involve tiny tots mating like mad.  The slums of sex were unknown to us."

From Chapter 10

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