I suspect pretty strongly that the real turn-on here was not the multi-media mumbo-jumbo, but the little white triangle, with its subdued hint of wedgie, peeking from beneath that innocent, cutesie skirt. It's curious how many borderline fetishes emerge in certain learned discussions. By the way, an uncharacteristically prepubescent little Balthus girl survived several British paperback editions of Lolita until she almost suffered an analogous fate. Under pressure from some pro-decency league, the publisher almost caved in, but I refused permission to trash the cover.

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