“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the plate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.”
Le, la, ti, so, si, ta, te, lo, li. Music. This is music. Just Nabokov playing piano and chess with the syllables at the same time. This needs no commetary. Read it again, read it aloud. Enjoy. And one more thing. It’s not even his first language, guy lived in Russia until the age of 20.