Located within Prologue, Orchard Ion, JAMS is very suitable for quiet reading with a warm cuppa.
Red Velvet was reasonably moist with a rich cream cheese coat. Chai Tea Latte was decent. Acceptable on a whole, but nothing to rave about. The major plus point for this cafe is probably its reclusiveness at the heart of town.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of my tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
A literary classic. One that I would read and reread and not be bored. Aside from the amazing lines interwoven within, Lolita relates of a tortured soul with a wretched mind. Humbert Humbert, middle-aged and in love, with nymphets, but above all, Lolita – his landlady’s pubescent daughter, for whom he would stop at nothing to possess her.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
The ways of an inflicted mind, distorted, like a ill-formed mirror, may prove to be tiresome at times, as the brain exerts to contort itself in the ways of H.H. Just as it was with Crime and Punishment. Despite the pressure mounted upon poor brain, willful hands just would not let go of the book. Thus is the charm of Lolita.
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.
My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest will be rust and stardust.
#04-16/#05-03, Ion Ochard, 2 Orchard Turn, S238801