What an unusual chapter, a mere 67 words, a single paragraph. It comes at a crucial juncture, just as H.H. the writer is about to relive his first night with Lolita, the point in his story after which there is truly no return.
The whole paragraph, of course, breaks the fourth wall: it reminds us that Humbert is not, in fact, on his way to the Enchanted Hunters, but is writing all this from a jail cell.
He is confused, trying to date his tale precisely - “That must have been around August 15, 1947.” But he’s written over a hundred pages and still has not begun his tale of Lolita. You see, Nabokov could easily have started his novel with Charlotte’s accident and Lolita’s abduction; but then how could we possibly understand Lolita’s true subject himself?
Insanity, confusion, obsession - it’s all here in this brief chapter, as we see how H.H. is losing his grip even as he tells his story.
Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita. Repeat till the page is full, printer.
Now why would Dr. John Ray, Jr. include that?