“Anything to rot, to weaken, to undermine! He pulled her downso that they were kneeling face to face.
«Listen. The more men you've had, the more I love you. Do you understand that?»
«Yes, perfectly.» «I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.»
«Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I'm corrupt to the bones.»
«You like doing this? I don't mean simply me: I mean the thing in itself?»
«I adore it.»
That was above all what he wanted to hear.”