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“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.”
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Orwell drives me deeper into my insanity with anarchy. Beautifully, too.
