Vladimir Nabokov. Lolita (№ 208820)

From perfect fiery vision was perfect and my wild soul for the vision was out of reach, and because bliss could not prevent the consciousness of prohibition, gravitated over achievable. Who knows, maybe the true essence of my "perversion" depends not so much from direct charm, clear, clean, young, forbidden, magical beauty of girls as from the consciousness of invulnerability captivating position in which the infinite perfection fill the gap between what little they offered, and all that promises, all that lurks in marvelous colors distant depths.