ancy of triumph, and Connie looked at him as if dazzled, and really feeling nothing at all. Hardly even the surface of her mind was tickled at the glowing prospects he offered her. Hardly even her most outside self responded, that at any other time would have been thrilled. She just got no feeling from it, she couldn't "go off". She just sat and stared and looked dazzled, and felt nothing, only somewhere she smelt the extraordinarily unpleasant smell of the bitch-goddess.

“各种各样的快乐，妈的，五彩缤纷的快乐！高档的衣服，名贵的首饰，你想去哪家夜店就去，想结交哪位名流都没问题，想买什么都可以……去哪里旅行都会被敬若上宾……见鬼，五光十色的快乐生活。”他说得眉飞色舞，而康妮也用似乎是惊异的眼神看着他，但心里却无动于衷。他所许诺的美好图景，甚至不能在她的心湖荡起丝毫涟漪。甚至连她最外在的自我都没有半点反应，若换个时间，她说不定早就热血沸腾了。她对此毫无感觉，没法“找到兴奋点”。她只是干坐在那里，注视着眼前的男人，摆出一副意乱情迷的模样，但内心却丝毫不为所动，只是嗅到堕落女神那极令人反感的骚味。

Mick sat on tenterhooks, leaning forward in his chair, glaring at her almost hysterically: and whether he was more anxious out of vanity for her to say Yes! Or whether he was more panic-stricken for fear she should say Yes!—who can tell? "I should have t