Nymphomaniac: Vol. II Page #2

Right.

Sh*t.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Didn't get any spoons?

- No, we didn't.

The most grotesque thing was

that it was during that period

where every sexual

sensation was denied me...

A period, I must admit,

of secure and restful

domestic comfort...

We had moved in

together and so on...

That I became pregnant,

because I was careless about

my birth control pills.

Consciously or unconsciously,

it was important for

me to have a cesarean.

I mean, I was hoping that my c*nt

was going to f***ing work again,

and I had a feeling that

a haphazard birth wouldn't

make things better.

I may have been imagining things,

but as I lay there the

noise from the instruments

rang out in a chord like

the one from the little flock.

Yes.

And it wasn't fear.

More like a kind of disgust.

I could've sworn

I saw him laughing.

A laughing son?

In "Doctor Faustus," Thomas Mann

describes the birth of Noah's son Ham,

who was laughing when he was born.

Another satanic omen.

Incidentally, the innocent

child was named Marcel,

after Mars, the roman God of war.

And motherhood?

I assume maternal love

didn't quite live up

to its expectations.

No, I didn't have any expectations.

And maternal love wasn't a problem.

It was just that each time

I looked into the child's eyes,

I had this unsettling feeling

of having been found out.

I know it's probably

a strange thing

to say about a child...

That my love wasn't

being returned...

But it was my perception.

If Jerome had hoped for a break

from what was for him now

mostly strenuous work,

he could forget about it.

Fill all my holes.

I can't, Joe.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can we talk about it?

Of course.

I love you, I love your

wildness and your desire.

At the moment I don't seem to satisfy

you in the way that I'd like to.

Don't get upset, Joe. It doesn't mean

we won't continue with our sex life,

which is very important to me.

Very important to me.

Mmm, when you buy a tiger,

right?

You also have to feed it.

Um, satisfy it,

right?

Long story short:

I have a tiger on my hands.

- You mean I'm too much for you.

- No.

You're just the way you should be.

I was just thinking

if you would consider

that I get a little help with

the feeding, that's all.

You're saying I should have

sex with others as well.

That's a rather cruel way

of putting it, Joe, but...

- But exact.

- ...Exact.

For a long time I'd

been playing around

with the idea that the concept

of the f***-me-now clothes

could be improved...

You look nice.

And became the piano teacher.

You okay?

No.

What's the matter?

Well, I'm such an idiot with cars.

I don't really know what to do.

Do you mind helping me?

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