In the opening pages of Tropic of Capricorn (1939):
“I was corrupt, in other words, corrupt from the start. It’s as though my mother fed me a poison, and though I was weaned young the poison never left my system” (p. 10).
And in the opening pages of Lolita (1955):
“We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives. I was a strong lad and survived; but the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open” (p. 18).
Both published by the same bloodline...father and son.