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Does life need art, as art undoubtedly needs life? At the end of Lolita, we leave Humbert Humbert 'thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art,' for this, he believes, is the only immortality he and his beloved nymphet may share. But must a memorial require all the impediments of a fully fashioned, burnished work of art? Why make fancy fictions of life's ordinary pleasures and poignancies? Why not say what happened?
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