Vladimir Nabokov- Lolita

Thus, neither of us is alive when the reader opens this book. But while the blood still throbs through my writing hand, you are sill as much part of blessed matter as I am, and I can still tallk to you from here to Alaska. Be true to your Dick. Do not let other fellows touch you. Do not talk to strangers. I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because other wise my spectre shall come at him , like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve. And do not pity C.Q. One had to choose between him and H.H. and one wanted H.H. to exist at least a couple of months longer, so as to have him make you live in the minds of later generations. I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetoc sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.