wtf? moment of the day

I just read Vladamir Nabakov’s Lolita. I sat on my balcony, enjoying the cool fall breeze, afraid to turn the page, awestruck by the words I read on the pages. When I finished, I could hear the sound of a freight engine whistle in the distance, not fading, but constant. Forever piercing.

My jaw dropped. What the fuck?

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