Friday, September 14, 2007

I have a fantasy where I come upon a girl reading my favorite book, and when I tell her this, she confesses that it’s her favorite too. I recite the first paragraph from memory, drop to a knee, and propose. She laughs, and quotes a passage from the end of the book about marriage. She notes that she’s much too young to marry me. I recite the first paragraph of Lolita. Even in a fantasy, I have to admit that things would probably get pretty awkward at this point.

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