| Quote #10
But while the blood still throbs through my writing hand, you are still as much part of blessed matter as I am, and I can still talk to you from here to Alaska […] And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita. (2.36.7)
Nothing can ever really divide him from Lolita. Writing the book assures that, in a certain way, they will be together forever.