Nymphomaniac: Vol. I Page #5

preferably red,

served immediately

in front of the fish.

The very best is one we call

the Finnish Weapon.

The so-called "Rappala."

I don't know if it's comparable,

but I decided in any case

to find out

why he hadn't taken the bait,

and to use my

psychological abilities,

which B, in my opinion,

didn't possess to the same degree.

You've bought a gift.

Yes.

It's for my wife.

- No gifts for the children?

- No.

We don't have any, actually.

Well, you seem rather well-to-do.

You travel first-class,

and you bought us our tickets.

Why then not buy a decent gift

for your wife?

I can see it comes

from the station.

Of course I should have...

bought her something...

something better, but...

Let's just say I was suddenly

in a hurry to get home.

Why would a man like you

with such an orderly life

suddenly have to hurry?

It has to do with family.

My wife and I have decided

that we...

we miss having children, after all.

And that if we are to have children,

it has to be now.

So my wife called yesterday

to say that she...

She started ovulating.

And all signs point to maximum

fertility precisely tonight.

You see?

That's why I bought her

a gift at the station.

I had to get a ticket home

as quickly as possible.

- Well, I understand now.

- What is it you understand?

Why you didn't have sex with us.

It wasn't because I didn't want to.

So you've been saving your sperm.

For weeks. I mean,

you and your wife are...

seem to be at an age

where every attempt

to become pregnant has to be

taken very seriously.

Right now, my...

My sperm quality

is at its peak, I'm told.

Please...

I'm begging you, please don't.

It's okay.

Please don't.

You've been as horny as hell.

But you wouldn't

give up your load.

Please don't.

Oh, f***.

Wow.

In your case, it wasn't

the taste of a Madeleine cake,

moistened with lime blossom tea,

but the combination

of chocolate and sperm.

What?

That was a piece of

culturally blasphemic digression.

It's a story about memory.

How the combination

of two flavors

set off a chain of memories.

So oral sex became,

in the eye of the angler,

your... your Finnish weapon.

Is that your only comment?

What else... What else

do you want me to say?

That I behaved reprehensibly.

That already my actions exemplify

that I'm a...

I'm a terrible human being.

That's not the way I see it.

On the contrary, I saw it as a...

A very pleasurable

and humorous story.

Not at all sad, or...

or weighed down by sin.

Like all that talk

about Pandora's Box.

I've consciously used

and hurt others...

for the sake of

my own satisfaction.

And what I've told you so far

only begins to suggest that.

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