When I read a book, I carry it around with me everywhere so that I can read any time I have a few minutes. Waiting in line at the grocery or the Giant Superstore that I hate with a passion is much less tiresome when I can stand there and read, and has probably saved the life of a cashier or two. Right now, I’m reading Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I had it out at work the other night, hoping for a minute or two, when a young friend (still a teenager) noticed it.
“Do you know what Lolita means in Japanese?” he asked.
Was it something I was unaware of? I’d bite: “What?”
“It means being a pervert for little girls!” he said.
I shrugged. “Yeah, that’s what it means everywhere. It’s pretty much universal.”
He seemed a little alarmed. “Then why are you reading it?”
I was amused. “Because I never have. It’s classic literature, like War and Peace …”
His face registered no recognition.
“… or a Tale of Two Cities …”
“I’ve heard of that one,” he said.
“Oh. Good.”
I shudder to think what they're not teaching kids in school these days.
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