84、自己脑子里只装满着自己，这种人正是那种最空虚的人。莱蒙托夫
“Do you remember this?” She handed me a slip of worn paper. It was a poem I’d written her while still in school. I examined the crude meter and pallid rhymes. Watching my face, she snatched the poem from me and returned it to her purse, as though fearful I was going to destroy it.
走进女人性幻想的奇妙世界