Changeons de vie, ma Carmen, allons vivre quelque part ou nous ne serons jamais séparés; Ohio?

“My dearest Lolita, this may be neither here nor there but I have to say it. Life is very short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch of twenty, twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make those twenty-five steps. Now. Right now. Come just as you are. And we shall live happily ever after.”

Carmen, voulez-vous avec moi?

Carmencita, lui demandais-je…

“One last word,” I said in my horrible careful English, “are you quite, quite sure that – well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow, but – well – some day, any day, you will not come live with me? I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries, if you give me that microscopic hope.”

“No,” she said smiling, “no.”