In his foreword to Humbert Humbert’s manuscript John Ray, Jr. (a character in VN’s novel Lolita, 1955) mentions “My Cue,” a biography written by Vivian Darkbloom:
For the benefit of old-fashioned readers who wish to follow the destinies of “real” people beyond the “true” story, a few details may be given as received from Mr. “Windmuller,” of “Ramsdale,” who desires his identity suppressed so that “the long shadows of this sorry and sordid business” should not reach the community to which he is proud to belong. His daughter, “Louise,” is by now a college sophomore. “Mona Dahl” is a student in Paris. “Rita” has recently married the proprietor of a hotel in Florida. Mrs. “Richard F. Schiller” died in childbed, giving birth to a stillborn girl, on Christmas Day 1952, in Gray Star, a settlement in the remotest Northwest. ‘Vivian Darkbloom’ has written a biography, ‘My Cue,’ to be published shortly, and critics who have perused the manuscript call it her best book. The caretakers of the various cemeteries involved report that no ghosts walk.
Clare Quilty's nickname, Cue brings to mind "Coué" (tail), a pejorative word used by the French to mock English soldiers. The legend claims that when St. Augustine of Canterbury (534-604 AD) traveled to England to spread Christianity, locals in Kent mocked him by pinning fish or ray tails to his robes. As divine punishment for their insolence, God cursed the locals (and by extension, the rest of the English) with tails of their own. In his philosophical essay Zhanna Dark ("Joan of Arc," 1938) Dmitri Merezhkovski (1865-1941) mentions Godony (les godons, a historical, derogatory French nickname for the English, which originated during the Hundred Years' War from the frequent use of the English "God damn" curse), and Coues, Khvostatye:
В той войне французы прозвали англичан «Годонами», Godons, за вечную брань с хулой на имя Божие: «God damn», а также — «Хвостатыми», Coues, за то, что мучили они французов в их же собственной земле, как дьяволы в аду мучают грешников. Чувство суеверного ужаса, которым внушены эти два прозвища, слишком понятно: нечто, в самом деле небывалое за память христианского человечества, происходило в этой войне-нашествии — убийство одного народа другим в мертвом молчании всего христианского мира и Церкви.
«Люди с хвостами» кажутся нам нелепым вымыслом средних веков; но слишком памятен и нам ужас Великой войны — земного ада, где человек человеку был дьяволом, чтоб не задуматься, нет ли чего-то действительного в религиозном опыте христианства, олицетворяющем крайнее в человеке, нечеловеческое зло, в образе ада и дьявола. (Chapter IV)
Les Godons bring to mind Gaston Godin, Humbert's friend and chess partner at Beardsley who loves little boys and who ends up by getting involved in a sale histoire, in Naples of all places. Addio, Napoli (1891) is a poem by Merezhkovski. Describing the beginning of his second road trip with Lolita across the USA, Humbert calls Edusa Gold (Lolita's drama teacher at Beardsley College) "Joan of Arc:"
The brakes were relined, the waterpipes unclogged, the valves ground, and a number of other repairs and improvements were paid for by not very mechanically-minded but prudent papa Humbert, so that the late Mrs. Humbert’s car was in respectable shape when ready to undertake a new journey.
We had promised Beardsley School, good old Beardsley School, that we would be back as soon as my Hollywood engagement came to an end (inventive Humbert was to be, I hinted, chief consultant in the production of a film dealing with “existentialism,” still a hot thing at the time). Actually I was toying with the idea of gently trickling across the Mexican border - I was braver now than last year - and there deciding what to do with my little concubine who was now sixty inches tall and weighed ninety pounds. We had dug out our tour books and maps. She had traced our route with immense zest. Was it thanks to those theatricals that she had now outgrown her juvenile jaded airs and was so adorably keen to explore rich reality? I experienced the queer lightness of dreams that pale but warm Sunday morning when we abandoned Professor Chem’s puzzled house and sped along Main Street toward the four-lane highway. My Love’s striped, black-and-white cotton frock, jauntry blue with the large beautifully cut aquamarine on a silver chainlet, which gemmed her throat: a spring rain gift from me. We passed the New Hotel, and she laughed. “A penny for your thoughts,” I said and she stretched out her palm at once, but at that moment I had to apply the breaks rather abruptly at a red light. As we pulled up, another car came to a gliding stop alongside, and a very striking looking, athletically lean young woman (where had I seen her?) with a high complexion and shoulder-length brilliant bronze hair, greeted Lo with a ringing “Hi!” - and then, addressing me, effusively, edusively (placed!), stressing certain words, said: “What a shame it was to tear Dolly away from the play - you should have heard the author raving about her after that rehearsal - ” “Green light, you dope,” said Lo under her breath, and simultaneously, waving in bright adieu a bangled arm, Joan of Arc (in a performance we saw at the local theatre) violently outdistanced us to swerve into Campus Avenue.
“Who was it exactly? Vermont or Rumpelmeyer?”
“No - Edusa Gold - the gal who coaches us.”
“I was not referring to her. Who exactly concocted that play?”
“Oh! Yes, of course. Some old woman, Clare Something, I guess. There was quite a crowd of them there.”
“So she complimented you?”
“Complimented my eye - she kissed me on my pure brow” - and my darling emitted that new yelp of merriment which - perhaps in connection with her theatrical mannerisms - she had lately begun to affect.
“You are a funny creature, Lolita,” I saidor some such words. “Naturally, I am overjoyed you gave up that absurd stage business. But what is curious is that you dropped the whole thing only a week before its natural climax. Oh, Lolita, you should be careful of those surrenders of yours. I remember you gave up Ramsdale for camp, and camp for a joyride, and I could list other abrupt changes in your disposition. You must be careful. There are things that should never be given up. You must persevere. You should try to be a little nicer to me, Lolita. You should also watch your diet. The tour of your thigh, you know, should not exceed seventeen and a half inches. More might be fatal (I was kidding, of course). We are now setting out on a long happy journey. I remember…” (2.15)
According to John Ray, Jr., Mrs. “Richard F. Schiller” (Lolita's married name) died in childbed, giving birth to a stillborn girl, on Christmas Day 1952, in Gray Star, a settlement in the remotest Northwest. The characters in Gogol's story Noch' pered rozhdestvom ("The Christmas Eve," 1832) include the devil. Merezhkovski's book on Gogol is entitled Gogol i chyort ("Gogol and the Devil"). The devil is believed to have a tail. A playwright and pornographer whom Humbert murders for abducting Lolita from the Elphinstone hospital, Clare Quilty seems to be Humbert's tail.