On Both Sorts of Age Gap.

I still haven’t met Lolita. Tonight’s session was all taken up with Mr Humbert’s discourse on the nymphet phenomenon, which, frown-inducing as it might have been, was brilliantly observed and expressed. This man can write. I gather, however, that it might all be some sort of smoke screen, so deeper judgements will be reserved.

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On a loosely related note, I watched another of the 80s TV episodes of Jeremy Brett’s Sherlock Holmes last night. The principle characters of the case were a man probably in his mid fifties, and his American wife who looked to be around thirty five. One of the YouTube commenters went straight to the heart of the mystery:

‘What’s a woman like her doing with an old fogey like him?’

The more intriguing question, however, came later:

‘Why are Holmes and Watson (or it might, more typically, have been Homes and Wotsen) always dressed like they’re going to a wedding or a funeral?’

Because the shorts hadn’t yet arrived from Bermuda?