不少罪，但还是要去安慰他。‘没事儿了，亲爱的，没事儿了！’我对他说。他望着我，露出怪异的笑容。他什么也没说。但我确信，自此以后我们夜里再也体验不到床笫之乐，他再也不会恣意发泄。我常对他说：嘿，给我放开点，伙计！我有时对他说些粗话。他却一声不吭。然而，他依然放不开手脚，或许再也无法那样做。他不想我再怀孩子。我总将这归咎于他的母亲，是她让他进入产房。他本来无权这样做。男人们一旦开始瞎琢磨，就总会小题大做。”“他那么在意呀？”康妮诧异地问。

"Yes, he sort of couldn't take it for natural, all that pain. And it spoilt his pleasure in his bit of married love. I said to him: If I don't care, why should you? It's my look-out! But all he'd ever say was: it's not right! "Perhaps he was too sensitive," said Connie.

“是的，他无法将生产的痛楚当作顺理成章的事。这使他对夫妻之爱兴致全无。我对他说：连我都不当回事，你干嘛这么在意呀？该留心的是我！但他只迸出一句话：那样做不对！”“或许他太过多愁善感。”康妮说。

"That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place. And I believe, unbeknown to himself he hated the pit, just hated it. He looked so quiet when he was dead, as if he'd got free. He was such a nice-looking lad. It just broke my heart to see him, so still and pure looking, as if he'd wanted to die. Oh, it broke my heart, that did. Bu