The professor, with a middle-aged body, erudite brain, hopelessly juvenile thinkings, ceaseless seek of pre-pubescent hedonism, whom you might have seen over the polished( I hope) railing of your tiny balcony, on the stone of bench sitting, with a book in both palms, and mind around the "nymphets", is the striking protagonist; who bewizards the honey-limbed Lolita.

An art: the novel Lolita