里只在乎金钱。你们说不好话，走不好路，过不好日子，甚至连自己的女人都满足不了。你们全无活力。看看你们的窝囊样！”两人都不再做声。康妮听他说话时有些心不在焉，手拿来时路上采撷的几朵勿忘我，穿过他小腹根部的毛丛。外面的世界已经陷入寂静，微露寒意。

"You've got four kinds of hair," she said to him. "On your chest it's nearly black, and your hair isn't dark on your head: but your moustache is hard and dark red, and your hair here, your love-hair, is like a little brush of bright red-gold mistletoe. It's the loveliest of all!”

“你的毛发有四种颜色。”她对他说。“黑色的胸毛，褐色的头发，暗红色的硬胡茬，而这儿的毛发，你的阴毛，则好像一小丛金红色的槲寄生。而它也是所有毛发中最美丽的！”

He looked down and saw the milky bits of forget-me-nots in the hair on his groin.

他低头看着自己的腹股沟，阴毛丛中绽放着几朵乳白色的勿忘我。

"Ay! That's where to put forget-me-nots, in the man-hair, or the maiden-hair. But don't you care about the future?” She looked up at him.

“唉！这儿真是摆放勿忘我的佳处，不管男女。可难道你丝毫不关心未来吗？”她抬头望着他。

"Oh, I do, terribly!" She said.

“噢，当然，我非常关心将来！”她说。

"Because when I feel the human world is doomed, has doomed itself by its own mingy beastliness, then I feel the Colonies aren't far enough. The m