股扁平如领扣的爵士女郎肆意交欢。你说的就是这种爱情么？或者是那种财产共有、共图成功的夫妻之情呢？不，我的好朋友，我压根就不相信什么爱情！”“可你总得相信点什么吧？”“我？噢，理智的说，我相信拥有强健的心脏，生气勃勃的阴茎，无穷的智慧，以及敢在贵妇面前骂娘的勇气。”

"Well, you've got them all," said Berry.

“原来如此，这些优点你完全具备。”贝里说。

Tommy Dukes roared with laughter. "You angel boy! If only I had! If only I had! No; my heart's as numb as a potato, my penis droops and never lifts its head up, I dare rather cut him clean off than say "shit!" in front of my mother or my aunt...they are real ladies, mind you; and I'm not really intelligent, I'm only a "mental-lifer”.

汤米·杜克斯哈哈大笑。“你这个可爱的孩子！要是真有就好了！要是真有就好了！你错了，我的心脏麻木得像颗土豆，我的阴茎总是耷拉着脑袋，我宁可把自己阉了，也不敢在我的母亲和姑妈面前骂娘……她们可是地道的贵妇，请注意；我也根本算不上睿智，充其量是个沉迷于精神世界的可怜鬼而已。”

It would be wonderful to be intelligent: then one would be alive in all the parts mentioned and unmentionable. The penis rouses his head and says: How do you do?—to any really intelligent person. Renoir said he painted his pictures with his penis...he did too, lovely pictures! I wish I did something with mine.