The quote above sums up these three chapters very well. The beauty of the country, a trip that could otherwise be so wonderful, a trapped, abused, terrorized, young rebelious girl, not able to trust this country enough, having been set up by her mother to believe she was bad, then this thought expanded byHumbert, to cry out for help. She can only sob each night while this man who keeps claiming love for her, continues to use her body.
Driving around america with a prisoner to be used and damaged forever for his pleasure, he plots to do it again. He parks at schoolyards and watching children walk into school has Lolita fondle him. Oh, this man is sick.
I suppose that all petaphiles who are active, must somehow shut off their conscience, or perhaps the strength of their lust is so overpowering that it manipulates their minds or shuts off a portion so that they may have what they crave. Perhaps, out there in the world, there are millions of decent men with these buds of desire that decency, education, and caring has nipped away and buried deep. The ones who accept that these thoughts are wrong and do not allow themselves to ponder, to fantasize, or look and therefore feed the fire. Or not? How much control do we have over what we are sexually attracted to? And how much control to we have over the obsessiveness of that desire?