We had promised Beardsley School, good old Beardsley School, that we would be back as soon as my Hollywood engagement came to an end (inventive Humbert was to be, I hinted, chief consultant in the production of a film dealing with "existentialism," still a hot thing at the time). Actually I was toying with the idea of gently trickling across the Mexican border -- I was braver now than last year -- and there deciding what to do with my little concubine who was now sixty inches tall and weighed ninety pounds. We had dug out our tour books and maps. She had traced our route with immense zest.
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The brakes were relined, the waterpipes unclogged, the valves ground, and a number of other repairs and improvements were paid for by not very mechanically-minded but prudent papa Humbert, so that the late Mrs. Humbert's car was in respectable shape when ready to undertake a new journey.
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Was it thanks to those theatricals that she had now outgrown her juvenile jaded airs and was so adorably keen to explore rich reality? I experienced the queer lightness of dreams that pale but warm Sunday morning when we abandoned Professor Chem's puzzled house and sped along Main Street toward the four-lane highway. My Love's striped, black-and-white, cotton frock, jaunty blue cap, white socks and brown moccasins were not quite in keeping with the large beautifully cut aquamarine on a silver chainlet, which gemmed her throat: a spring rain gift from me. We passed the New Hotel, and she laughed. "A penny for your thoughts," I said and she stretched out her palm at once, but at that moment I had to apply the brakes rather abruptly at a red light. As we pulled up, another car came to a gliding stop alongside, and a very striking looking, athletically lean young woman (where had I seen her?) with a high complexion and shoulder-length brilliant bronze hair, greeted Lo with a ringing "Hi!"-- and then, addressing me, effusively, edusively (placed!), stressing certain words, said: "What a shame it was to tear Dolly away from the play -- you should have heard the author raving about her after that rehearsal --"
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"Complimented my eye -- she kissed me on my pure brow"-- and my darling emitted that new yelp of merriment which -- perhaps in connection with her theatrical mannerisms -- she had lately begun to affect.
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"Green light, you dope," said Lo under her breath, and simultaneously, waving in bright adieu a bangled arm, Joan of Arc (in a performance we saw at the local theatre) violently outdistanced us to swerve into Campus Avenue.
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"So she complimented you?"
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"No -- Edusa Gold -- the gal who coaches us."
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But what is curious is that you dropped the whole thing only a week before its natural climax.
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"I was not referring to her. Who exactly concocted that play?"
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"Who was it exactly? Vermont or Rumpelmeyer?"
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"You are a funny creature, Lolita," I said -- or some such words. "Naturally, I am overjoyed you gave up that absurd stage business.
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"Oh! Yes, of course. Some old woman, Clare Something, I guess. There was quite a crowd of them there."
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Oh, Lolita, you should be careful of those surrenders of yours. I remember you gave up Ramsdale for camp, and camp for a joyride, and I could list other abrupt changes in your disposition. You must be careful. There are things that should never be given up. You must persevere. You should try to be a little nicer to me, Lolita.
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You should also watch your diet. The tour of your thigh, you know, should not exceed seventeen and a half inches. More might be fatal (I was kidding, of course). We are now setting out on a long happy journey. I remember --"
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