Nymphomaniac: Vol. I Page #2
looking for food for them.
There was a hunt in the forest.
She was shot.
Wounded, she crawled back to the den
where she and the four cubs died.
This made the lime tree so sad.
And from then on,
the lime tree decided to have...
heart-shaped leaves.
Oh, yes, that's right.
Heart-shaped.
Am I boring you?
No, no. I'm just
looking forward
to how you'll get fishing
weaved into your tale.
on the wall there.
It's called a nymph.
It will tie in elegantly
with your discussion
about nymphomania.
in the life of an insect.
it was imperative for me
to get rid of my virginity.
Hopla.
I kind of knew this boy, J,
who had a moped.
So in my eyes he was
rather sophisticated.
I was 15,
and perhaps my girlish,
romantic expectations
were a bit high.
But he had good, strong hands.
I liked his hands.
Hello?
- Hi.
- Hi.
If I asked you to take my virginity
would that be a problem?
No, I don't see a problem.
So, um...
Where shall I go?
It's the f***ing carburetor.
I just can't work it out,
you imagine that?
- That's not very good.
- Hmm?
- It's not very good.
- No, it bloody isn't.
Ruins the whole idea
of having a moped.
your knickers, yeah?
He shoved his cock
inside me and humped me three times.
Then he turned
me over like a sack of potatoes.
Then he humped me
five times in the ass.
two humiliating numbers.
Three and five?
Those are Fibonacci numbers.
That may be.
In any case, it hurt like hell.
with anyone again.
But of course that only
lasted a short while.
And now to get back
to your fishing.
I was at my friend B's,
and as always,
she had a new idea,
financed by her younger
brother's piggy banks
which she regularly emptied.
We put on clothes later known as
the "f*** me now" clothes.
The idea was a competition.
We were to go on a train trip.
B said there was
no need for tickets.
The one who would f***
the most men
when we reached the destination
would win the chocolate sweets.
May I interrupt here?
What you were doing when you
walked down that corridor.
You were reading the river.
Most of the large
fish stay sheltered from the current
to save energy,
and to hide from the prey.
Where the fish hides in the stream
entails a very
complicated hierarchy.
The topography decides where
the most attractive places are,
and the biggest fish
choose the best positions.
What do I do?
Smile and make eye contact.
But what if it doesn't work?
If you have to talk, remember
to ask lots of "wh" questions
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