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’
But
you
do
believe
in
something
?
’
’
Me
?
Oh
,
intellectually
I
believe
in
having
a
good
heart
,
a
chirpy
penis
,
a
lively
intelligence
,
and
the
courage
to
say
"
shit
!
"
in
front
of
a
lady
.
’
’
Well
,
you
’
ve
got
them
all
,
’
said
Berry
.
Tommy
Dukes
roared
with
laughter
.
’
You
angel
boy
!
If
only
I
had
!
If
only
I
had
!
No
;
my
heart
’
s
as
numb
as
a
potato
,
my
penis
droops
and
never
lifts
its
head
up
,
I
dare
rather
cut
him
clean
off
than
say
"
shit
!
"
in
front
of
my
mother
or
my
aunt
.
.
.
they
are
real
ladies
,
mind
you
;
and
I
’
m
not
really
intelligent
,
I
’
m
only
a
"
mental
-
lifer
"
.
It
would
be
wonderful
to
be
intelligent
:
then
one
would
be
alive
in
all
the
parts
mentioned
and
unmentionable
.
The
penis
rouses
his
head
and
says
:
How
do
you
do
?
-
-
to
any
really
intelligent
person
.
Renoir
said
he
painted
his
pictures
with
his
penis
.
.
.
he
did
too
,
lovely
pictures
!
I
wish
I
did
something
with
mine
.
God
!
when
one
can
only
talk
!
Another
torture
added
to
Hades
!
And
Socrates
started
it
.
’
’
There
are
nice
women
in
the
world
,
’
said
Connie
,
lifting
her
head
up
and
speaking
at
last
.
The
men
resented
it
.
.
.
she
should
have
pretended
to
hear
nothing
.
They
hated
her
admitting
she
had
attended
so
closely
to
such
talk
.
’
My
God
!
’
If
they
be
not
nice
to
me
What
care
I
how
nice
they
be
?
’
No
,
it
’
s
hopeless
!
I
just
simply
can
’
t
vibrate
in
unison
with
a
woman
