«We continued our grotesque journey. After a forlorn and useless dip, we went up and up. On a steep grade I found myself behind the gigantic truck that had overtaken us. It was now groaning up a winding road and was impossible to pass. Out of its front part a small oblong of smooth silver - the inner wrapping of chewing gum-escaped and flew back into our windshield. It occurred to me that if I were really losing my mind, I might end by murdering somebody. In fact - said high-and-dry Humbert to floundering Humbert - it might be quite clever to prepare things - to transfer the weapon from box to pocket - so as to be ready to take advantage of the spell of insanity when it does come.»
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, 1955
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