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Maybe she is the most corruptMaybe this is all a game to them, middle-class kids out on a spree "Don't I suit you?" she asked"No crude desires in a big guy like you? Come on, I'm not such a frightening personYou can't have met your match in little meA child in terror of being disgracedIsn't there anything else in there except your famous purity? I bet there isI bet you've got yourself quite a pillar in there," she said"The pillar of society
"What is the aim of all this talk? Will you tell me?"
"The aim? SureTo introduce you to reality
"And how much ruthlessness is necessary?"
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He had braced himself not to become entangled in her loathing for him, not to be affronted by anything she saidHe was prepared for the verbal violence and prepared, this time, not to reactShe was not unintelligent and she was not afraid to say anything--he knew that muchBut what he had not counted on was lust, an urge--he had not counted on being assailed by something other than the verbal violenceDespite the repugnance inspired by the sickly whiteness of her flesh, by the comically childish makeup and the cheap cotton clothes, half reclining on the bed was a young woman half reclining on a bed, and the Swede himself, the superman of mulberry vintage certainties, was one of the people whom he could not deal with "Poor thing," she said scornfully"Little Rimrock rich boyAll locked up like thatLet's fuck, D-d-d-daddyI'll take you to see your daughterWe'll wash your prick and zip up your fly and I'll take you to where she is
"Do I know you will? How do I know you will?"
"WaitSee how things turn outThe worst is you get yourself some twenty-two-year-old gashCome on over to the bed, D-d-d--"
"Stop this! My daughter has nothing to do with any of this! My daughter has nothing to do with you! You little shit--you're not fit to wipe my daughter's shoes! My daughter had nothing to do with that bombingYou know that!"
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"What does this display have to do with what has happened?"
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