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SUNDAY, JANUARY 23, 2011
From the i of a 14 year old girl
SUNDAY, JANUARY 16, 2011
Humbert **
A srequel.
To,
Lolita,
-H.H.
***********.
A long time ago, Humbert wrote my book. It became one of the greatest love stories ever told.(by a demented maniac.)
I'm here to give him company, and write what I'd say ( and you'd agree ) is a well deserved biography, of the man who raped me when I was a young child. I write his story, perhaps you will fall in love with me (and my demented older lover) all over again ?
Forgive me my lust. (I'd say dear father but you'd probably throw up and put away my book much before it's even started telling it's strange little tale.)
-Ds Haze.
Or
Dolly.
Yours,
-Lo.
*** end of chapter one.
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("dear Dad" I'd say,
but
you'd
throw up
(and behold! as you'd write ..
my poor dead hummy! )
references:
Hi,
to write this book, I looked at the following references (in the following order)
the book he wrote about me
his face
my shy knees at 13
his book , (again)
a spiderweb, or rather, a photograph of. (on a blog somewhere)
and finally, a black suited human calling himself one of one of my stepfathers (and lovers). Hi, H ! Hi! you and your sparkling cuff-links ... We were lovers ? (The word, hum, is incest.. ) !
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I tremble sometimes .. when I write, so I'll skip the foreplay.
*** end of chapter one.
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I'm ..
A long time ago..
humbert wrote my book.
It became one of the greatest love stories
ever told
ever told
(by a demented man....)
I'm here to give him company,
and write what I'd say
( and you'd likely agree )
( and you'd likely agree )
is a well deserving bio-graphy ..
of the man who raped me,
(the word is incest, hum! )
(the word is incest, hum! )
when I was a young child.
I'm Lolita,
I write his story.
And perhaps,
mine
And perhaps,
mine
and perhaps you will fall in love with me
(and my demented older manfriend) ..
all over (like he was me) again
all over (like he was me) again
..
Forgive me my lust.
("dear Dad" I'd say,
but
you'd
throw up
and cast away my unsung counterpoint,
much before it's even started telling it's strange-fancy-tale.)
much before it's even started telling it's strange-fancy-tale.)
-Ds Haze.
Or
Dolly ()
Yours
-Lo
(and behold! as you'd write ..
my poor dead hummy! )
references:
Hi,
to write this book, I looked at the following references (in the following order)
the book he wrote about me
his face
my shy knees at 13
his book , (again)
a spiderweb, or rather, a photograph of. (on a blog somewhere) |
my knees in a mirror. ( My mummy (or should that be mamma? ) was called Anna*. She wasn't the haze woman. She was humberts rita I think.. but I can't be sure, considering I wasn't around then .. ) Annabel Leigh is Humbert's original nymphet obsession. In fact, the divorced scholar ascribes his "nympholoespy" or lifelong passion as having been triggered by his losing his childhood sweetheart Leigh. |
and finally, a black suited human calling himself one of one of my stepfathers (and lovers). Hi, H ! Hi! you and your sparkling cuff-links ... We were lovers ? (The word, hum, is incest.. ) !---
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I tremble sometimes .. when I write, so I'll skip the foreplay.
*****
From what I knew of Hum ..
Chapter 2 **********
I didn't know what plagiarism meant you know. Somebody told me it was stealing from someone else, but I didn't exactly go to a dictionary for the meaning of the word either. I lifted it from someone's mouth, like the apple I did from Hum's, with mine.
I produced delicious, he wrote, back then, in the day when consequences and guilt, both rode atop a faraway, late by a day, yesterday.
Sometimes I wonder why the grass grows, and then it's real simple, because I don't know, and that's not so bad. Its the answers I have, to the questions I had, that really cause the pain. For I'm she, and he's dead, and I'm alive, living with what I did, to the man I loved, and the manboy everybody wanted to watch die. Not by coronary thrombosis, but in the electric chair, very much aware, of the pain he'd apparently caused to a virtual and imaginary nymphet.
You see, I was me, and I didn't see what he did. As things went I turned him on, me with my prepubescent looks and nestling neck that he wanted to cover with his rough hands. (and did!) I'll tell you later, it won't do to tempt people with erotica and offer serious literature. That is, if you care to stick around. It's not as vulgar as his version of events, I promise. I'm a lady, I am!
I'd tell you.. this is on a blog, so it's reverse chronological in time sometimes, but then, I wrote a few chapters at a stretch, so we'll just go back and forth, like my muddled brain does anyway. Poor Hum. He never knew what hit him!
TUESDAY, JANUARY 18, 2011
***
or those of you who are intrigued, as I am, with the story behind the story of Alice, then I have a great read for you. It's Alice I Have Been, by Melanie Benjamin, a novel depicting what could have been the relationship between the creator of Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll, and his real-life young friend, for whom the story was composed, Alice Liddell.
This is Alice Liddel, age 10, in the famous photo taken by Lewis Carroll, who, in addition to being an Oxford professor, was an amateur photographer, taking thousands of photos of friends and acquaintances, most of whom were children. His photos of children are remarkable in many ways, and if you are interested in reading more about them and Charles Dodgeson (Carroll's real name) in general, I highly recommend the book Dreaming In Pictures--its a full representation of his photographic work, along with discussion of his writings and relationship with Alice and others.
The Liddell children, photographed by Carroll, with Alice on the far left
Anyway, Alice I Have Been is a very well-done imagining of the real Alice, and her attempts to reconcile her relationship with Carroll as well as her depiction in the children's books as such a well-known and beloved character. It's fiction, because nobody really knows the truth about their relationship, except that is was abruptly broken off when Alice was 11 ..
| "Alice as a Beggar Girl." | "Alice Liddell, as a Young Woman" | "Alice Pleasance Liddell Hargreaves, 1932." |
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I'd been thirteen for a year when Monsieur Humbert announced his presence (and intent ) scraping the red of my mothers (very red and in bloom ) roses while preciously looking at me, me basking in the sun and all, asking polite questions about my upbringing.
My dear mummy, may her soul rest in peace, who's to say her looks at M. H's weather beaten face asked the proper prude questions a landlady should ?
Probably the wind shifted, or the clouds obscured the sun, I'm not sure about the moment, but when I saw him, I briefly thought of the movies, and the smell of lather and shaving cream, nicks, cuts .. I thought of my father.
We could be twins, maybe two of triplets, I couldn't care less, or indeed even be sure of.. or maybe its just me, and all I wanted was a olderman's company. And found Humbert willing knee more of a feeling, than an event. I'd tell you all about it, but who's to stop old ghosts taking shape and taking me apart nerve by nerve for spilling the beans all around the diaries of a nymphomania-tic uncle? I mean its one thing to be in your older thirties and plodding along, its another to be a charming and spoilt, vain and intelligent, teenage fourteen ! Moll indeed !
I'd been a beauty by twenty two, if I'd never met you, my Humbertman.
My Humbert.!
SATURDAY, JANUARY 22, 2011
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9.4 BOTHA TO CHAWLA, NO RUN 19.3 BOTHA TO CHAWLA, NO RUN, LOOKS TO GUIDE HIM THROUGH THE OFF SIDE THIS TIME, BUT CAN'T GET THE SINGLE AWAY 19.2 BOTHA TO CHAWLA, NO RUN, TOSSED UP ON LEG, HE WORKS IT FINE, BUT CAN'T GET THE GAP. CHAWLA IS IN. HE CAN BAT. ROUND THE WICKET, WITH SLIP IN PLACE 19.1 BOTHA TO HARBHAJAN SINGH, OUT, HARBHAJAN PERISHES. ANOTHER SOFT DISMISSAL TO A NOTHING SHOT. TOSSED UP ON MIDDLE AND LEG AND HE CHIPS IT STRAIGHT TO MIDWICKET IN THE CIRCLE. SA ARE FIVE BALLS AWAY FROM GETTING THEIR HANDS ON THE PRIZE. INDIA CAN STILL MAKE THE EARLY EVENING FLIGHT BACK HOME. EVEN SOUTH AFRICA CAN'T CHOKE FROM HERE.
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A COPY OF A COPY OF AN ORIGINAL
ONE DAY I DECIDED TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEBODY ELSE. ACCORDINGLY, I CHANGED MY WAYS AND ALLIGNED MYSELF WITH THE PERSON I WAS PRETENDING TO BE. THEN I REALISED SOMEONE ELSE WAS PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING THE PERSON I WAS PRETENDING TO BE.
SO I CALLED THE IMPOSTER AND TOLD HIM "HOW DARE YOU PRETEND TO BE ME PRETENDING TO BE HIM. ? "
HE POINTED ME TO THE END OF THE LINE AND SAID, LISTEN, THAT MAN IS PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE ME PRETENDING TO BE YOU PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. GO TALK TO HIM. AFTER ALL, HE STARTED IT !
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9.4 | BOTHA TO CHAWLA, NO RUN |
19.3 | BOTHA TO CHAWLA, NO RUN, LOOKS TO GUIDE HIM THROUGH THE OFF SIDE THIS TIME, BUT CAN'T GET THE SINGLE AWAY |
19.2 | BOTHA TO CHAWLA, NO RUN, TOSSED UP ON LEG, HE WORKS IT FINE, BUT CAN'T GET THE GAP. |
CHAWLA IS IN. HE CAN BAT. ROUND THE WICKET, WITH SLIP IN PLACE | |
19.1 | BOTHA TO HARBHAJAN SINGH, OUT, HARBHAJAN PERISHES. ANOTHER SOFT DISMISSAL TO A NOTHING SHOT. TOSSED UP ON MIDDLE AND LEG AND HE CHIPS IT STRAIGHT TO MIDWICKET IN THE CIRCLE. SA ARE FIVE BALLS AWAY FROM GETTING THEIR HANDS ON THE PRIZE. INDIA CAN STILL MAKE THE EARLY EVENING FLIGHT BACK HOME. EVEN SOUTH AFRICA CAN'T CHOKE FROM HERE. |
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A COPY OF A COPY OF AN ORIGINAL
ONE DAY I DECIDED TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEBODY ELSE. ACCORDINGLY, I CHANGED MY WAYS AND ALLIGNED MYSELF WITH THE PERSON I WAS PRETENDING TO BE. THEN I REALISED SOMEONE ELSE WAS PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING THE PERSON I WAS PRETENDING TO BE.
SO I CALLED THE IMPOSTER AND TOLD HIM "HOW DARE YOU PRETEND TO BE ME PRETENDING TO BE HIM. ? "
HE POINTED ME TO THE END OF THE LINE AND SAID, LISTEN, THAT MAN IS PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE ME PRETENDING TO BE YOU PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. GO TALK TO HIM. AFTER ALL, HE STARTED IT !
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SO I CALLED THE IMPOSTER AND TOLD HIM "HOW DARE YOU PRETEND TO BE ME PRETENDING TO BE HIM. ? "
HE POINTED ME TO THE END OF THE LINE AND SAID, LISTEN, THAT MAN IS PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE PRETENDING TO BE ME PRETENDING TO BE YOU PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. GO TALK TO HIM. AFTER ALL, HE STARTED IT !
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
a copy of a copy of an original
one day i decided to pretend to be somebody else. Accordingly, I changed my ways and alligned myself with the person i was pretending to be. Then I realised someone else was pretending to be pretending the person I was pretending to be.
So I called the imposter and told him "how dare you pretend to be me pretending to be him. ? "
He pointed me to the end of the line and said, listen, that man is pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be me pretending to be you pretending to be someone else. Go talk to him. After all, he started it !
virtual bool Set(...);
};
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Code to be reviewed: nkshirsagar's New Blog
class TableAggregator {
public:
virtual ~TableAggregator() { }; // destructor virtual since someone miught want to inherit further from this class.
TableAggregator(CoolDB *database)
{
a copy of a copy of an original
one day i decided to pretend to be somebody else. Accordingly, I changed my ways and alligned myself with the person i was pretending to be. Then I realised someone else was pretending to be pretending the person I was pretending to be.
So I called the imposter and told him "how dare you pretend to be me pretending to be him. ? "
He pointed me to the end of the line and said, listen, that man is pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be me pretending to be you pretending to be someone else. Go talk to him. After all, he started it !
So I called the imposter and told him "how dare you pretend to be me pretending to be him. ? "
He pointed me to the end of the line and said, listen, that man is pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be pretending to be me pretending to be you pretending to be someone else. Go talk to him. After all, he started it !
virtual bool Set(...);
};
========
Code to be reviewed: nkshirsagar's New Blog
class TableAggregator {
public:
virtual ~TableAggregator() { }; // destructor virtual since someone miught want to inherit further from this class.
TableAggregator(CoolDB *database)
{
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