Chapter 7 Section VII

32 He is naked.He was naked, coughing and laughing from time to time, not so much talking to her as he was muttering to himself, because being naked in this large glass-paneled space was so unaccustomed that all he had in his mind was thinking Apart from the absurdity of the scene, I thought nothing of it.She had dropped her bra, then her panties, but Vincent wasn't looking at her: he was aware that she was naked, but he didn't know what she looked like naked.Remember moments ago when he was haunted by the image of her submission, now that the asshole was out of the silk panties, did he still think about it?No.The asshole disappeared from his mind.He didn't look carefully at the naked carcass in front of him, didn't get close to it, slowly felt it, and didn't touch it, he turned around and plunged into the water.

Fansheng this strange boy.He lashes out at the dancers and babbles about the moon, but really, he's a sportsman, and he dives for a swim.All of a sudden, he forgot about his nakedness, about Julie's nakedness, and only thought about his crawl.Behind him, Julie, who can't dive, carefully walked down the escalator into the pool.And Fan Sheng didn't even look back at her!It was a pity for him: because she was so charming, very charming.Her body seemed to be illuminated; not by her coyness, but by another equally beautiful cause: the discomfort caused by her own naked body in this situation, because where ever she dived headfirst into the water, she was sure no one Will see her; the pool water has been flooded to the thick pubic hair of her lower body, the water is a bit cold, she wanted to dive into the water but lacked the courage.She paused in the plunge and hesitated: then, cautiously, she descended another step to let the water reach her navel: she dipped her hands in the water, patting her breasts lightly, accustoming them to the coldness of the pool.It was a wonderful thing to watch her move.Straightforward Fansheng didn't think about anything, but me, I finally saw a nudity that didn't mean anything, neither freedom nor uncleanness, a nudity that didn't mean anything, naked nudity, that's what we see, Pure, bewitching men.

Finally, she started swimming.She swam much slower than Vanson, with her head clumsily lifted above the water; by the time she approached the ladder to leave the pool, Vanson had already swam three laps in the fifteen-meter-long pool.He hurried to follow her.They were by the pool when some sounds came from the hall above. Fan Sheng was driven by some unknowable things in the dark to shout: "I want to rape you!" and rushed towards her with a hideous face. Why, during their intimate walks, had he dared not utter half an obscene word, and now, when anyone could hear it, he yelled the absurd words?

Specifically, because he has slipped imperceptibly out of the shadows.A word spoken in a small space has a different meaning than the same word echoing in a hall.It was no longer a word for which he was entirely responsible, and it was not addressed to the person he was speaking to, but it was a word other people demanded to hear, other people whose eyes were on them.It is true that the hall is empty, but even if it is empty, fictional, imaginary.Potential, would-be audiences hide there, with them. Let's think about who this audience is: I don't think Vanson called some of the people he met at the conference; the people around him at the moment are numerous and persistent.Demanding, agitated, inquisitive, but at the same time completely unrecognizable, with blurred faces; is this the mass he imagines, and the dancers dream of?These invisible masses?These are the masses on which Peng Defan is building his theory?The whole world?Countless people without faces?An abstract concept?Not at all: because some specific faces loomed in the nameless din: Peng Defan and other partners; they happily watched the whole play, Fan Sheng, Jasmine, and even the unknown audience around them.It was for them, Fan Sheng shouted that sentence, in order to win their admiration and approval.

You won't rape me! "Julie screamed. Although she didn't know Peng Defan, she was also speaking for the masses who might feel it even though they were not there. Did she expect their appreciation? Yes, but she only hoped that the appreciation would please Mortal. She hoped for the applause of some unseen, strange crowd, that she might be loved by the man she chose tonight, and who dare say? He might be the man for many nights to come. She ran round the pool, Her tits swayed from side to side in delight. Vanson's words grew bolder; only a mist of metaphorical color hung over the most vulgar words. "I'm going to impale you with my cock and pin you to the wall!"

"You can't pin me down!" "You'll be crucified at the bottom of the pool!" "I won't be pinned like this!" "I'm going to tear your asshole open in full view!" "You can't tear it!" "Everyone will see your asshole!" "Nobody's gonna see my asshole!" Riley yelled. And now, again, they heard a nearby human voice, which made Riley's light steps heavy and made Fan Sheng stop: she began to scream in a piercing voice, like someone who was about to raped woman.Fan Sheng grabbed her and both fell to the ground.She looked at him with one wide eye, and waited for the entry she had decided not to resist.She spread her legs.I closed my eyes.Gently tilt your head.

33 He did not enter.It didn't happen because Mortal's penis was as small as a gaunt wild strawberry, like a great-grandmother's necklace. Why is it so small? I posed the question directly to Vanson's dildo, and it responded in true shock: "Why shouldn't I be so small? I don't feel the need to grow up! Believe me, I don't, really! I wasn't predicted In concert, I followed Vanson in a weird race around the pool, wondering what would happen! I had a great time! Now you're blaming Vanson for his incompetence! Please! This makes me horrified And it's not fair because I get along so well with Vanson and I can swear we've never let each other down. I've always been proud of him and he's proud of me!"

This penis is true.Besides, Mortal was not offended by its excesses.If it shrank from shyness, he would never forgive it.But at this time, Fan Sheng regards its reaction as correct and even reasonable.He therefore decided to accept the matter and began to pretend to have sex. Julie was neither angry nor disappointed.It was strange to feel the ups and downs of Fansheng on her body but not feel it in her body. In short, she could accept and respond to her lover's impact with her own movements. The sound they had heard was far away, but another noise filled his resonant space: the footsteps of a runner passing them.

Vanson's panting quickened and widened, and he growled and howled; Riley moaned and sobbed, partly because of the discomfort of Vanson's wet body rising and falling on her, and partly because she wanted to respond to his respite. 34 Saw them at the last moment, and the Czech scholar could no longer avoid them.But he pretended they weren't there, trying to look away.He was frightened: he was not yet familiar with life in the Western world.Poolside sex was as impossible as many other things under the communist empire, and from now on he had to patiently learn.He has reached the other end of the swimming pool, and suddenly wants to turn his head and take a quick look at the man and woman who are having sex; because there is one thing that worries him: Is the man who is having sex strong and strong?Which one is useful for the body, fish and water or coolie labor?But he controlled himself, not wanting to be seen as a voyeur.

He stopped at the other side of the pool and began to do gymnastics: He first raised his knees and ran in place, then put his hands on the ground, with his feet facing the sky. When he was a child, he was very good at doing this posture called handstand in gymnastics, and he still does it to this day A question suddenly occurred to him: How many French scholars can do as well as he?He imagined the French chiefs whom he knew by name or face, tried to imagine them doing this balancing act on their hands, and he was satisfied: as far as he could see, they were clumsy and vulnerable.After seven handstands, he lay face down on the ground and propped himself up on his arms.

35 Neither Julie nor Fansheng paid any attention to what was happening around them.They are not exhibitionists, they don't try to get excited by someone else's gaze, to catch the gaze, to spy on the one who is watching them; Make eye contact with the audience.Even for Mortals, Jasmine tried her best not to look at anything; but the gaze was so heavy on her face that she couldn't help feeling it. She raised her eyes and saw her: she was wearing a beautiful white dress, staring at them closely; her eyes were strange, far away, but heavy, very heavy; heavy as despair, heavy as not knowing what to do. What to do, Julie, seems paralyzed under the weight.Her movements slowed, she died, she stopped; after a few more groans she closed her mouth. The woman in white tried her best not to scream.She couldn't help the desire, especially when she thought that the person she was screaming at couldn't hear it.Suddenly, unable to contain herself, she let out a cry, a scream of terror. Julie recovered from her shock, straightened up, picked up her panties and put them on, covered her body with messy clothes, and ran away. Fan Sheng moved slower.He picked up his shirt, his pants, but couldn't find his underwear. A few steps behind him, there was a man in pajamas standing there, no one noticed him, and he didn't care about anyone, just staring at the woman in white. 36 Unwilling to be rejected by Baker, she is very eager to tease him, to show off her pure white beauty in front of him (isn't the beauty of "Inmajunata" (unsullied woman) pure white?), but she The walk through the corridors and halls of the castle was unsuccessful: Baker was no longer there, and instead of following her quietly like a poor wild dog, the photographer spoke to her in a loud and raspy voice.She did attract attention, but it was malevolent and mocking attention, which made her quicken her pace; as if fleeing, she reached the pool, and finally screamed when she came across a couple engaged in sex. The scream woke her up: she suddenly saw the approaching trap all around her, with pursuers behind and water ahead.She clearly understood that there was no way out of this encirclement; her only way out was a mad exit; her only remaining practicable action was a mad move; Take two steps and jump into the water. The way she plunges into the water is grotesque: contrary to Riley, she's good at diving; but she's in the water feet first, her arms outstretched vulgarly. That's because all action, apart from its actual utility, has a meaning beyond the intention of the person who does it; a person in a bathing suit dives into the water, and joy itself appears in the action, sad though the diver may be.When a man jumps into the water with clothes on, it's another matter: only a man who wants to drown will do it with clothes on; a man who wants to drown must never go head first; he just jumps like this: the expression from ancient times requires in this way.Because of this, even though Inma Junata was a good swimmer and wore her beautiful dress, she had to jump into the water in such an unbearable posture. For no good reason, she was in the water; there she was, yielding to her movements, the meaning of which filled her mind little by little; her senses were experiencing her suicide, her drowning, what she was going to do next. Doing nothing more than a ballet, a pantomime, sustaining her silent words through her tragic movements: After falling into the water, she straightened up.The water in the pool was not deep, only reaching her waist. She stood in the water for a while with her head raised and her upper body straight.Then she submerged again.At this time, the belt of her dress was loosened, floating behind her like a floating memorial behind the dead.Once again, she stood up again, with her head thrown back slightly, her arms outstretched; as if about to run forward, she took a few steps, where the bottom of the pool was sloping, and she sank into the water again.And thus she advances, like a water animal, like a mythical duck, hiding her head under the water, and throwing herself back high.The movements celebrate the desire to live high or die underwater. The man in pajamas suddenly knelt down and cried: "Come back, come back, I'm a murderer, I'm a murderer, come back!" 37 On the other side of the pool, at the end of the deep water, the Czech scholar who was doing push-ups looked on in amazement: at first he thought that the new couple had come to meet the couple who had sex, and he would eventually see When he used to study the building of communism's morally rigorous empire, he used to hear about the legendary bawdy parties.Because of his shyness, he even thought that in this group orgy situation, he should leave the place and go back to the room.Then a horrifying cry pierced his ears, his arms straightened, he seemed to be stunned, and he couldn't continue to do exercises while maintaining this position, although he only did 18 reps.Right before his eyes, the woman in white fell into the water, a belt began to float behind her, and several artificial flowers, blue and pink. Standing still, with her upper body propped up, the Czech scholar finally understood that this woman wanted to drown: she tried to bury her head in the water, but her determination was not strong enough, and she kept standing up.He never imagined that he would witness a suicide.Whether this woman is sick, injured or hunted, she straightens up, then submerges in the water again and again; of course, she cannot swim; Covering her head, she would die under the helpless gaze of a man in pajamas, kneeling by the pool, watching her weep. The Czech scholar could not hesitate any longer: he stood up, leaned forward towards the water, his legs were bent, and his hands were stretched back. The man in pajamas stopped looking at the woman. He was overwhelmed by the figure of a strange man. This figure was tall, strong, and deformed, about fifteen meters in front of him, ready to intervene in a tragedy that had nothing to do with him. A man in pajamas A tragedy jealously reserved for himself and the woman he loves.For who would doubt, he loved her, and his hatred was only temporary; he could never really and permanently hate her, though she caused him pain.He knew she was behaving at the mercy of an irrational, irrepressible sensitivity, a marvelous sensitivity he didn't understand but adored.Although he had just insulted her, deep down, he still believed that she was innocent, and that the real culprit of their sudden estrangement was someone else.He didn't know this person, and he didn't know where he was, but he was ready to give him a good meal.Lost in this thought, he saw the man leaning vigorously toward the water; hypnotically, he watched his body, strong--muscled and strangely disproportionate, with feminine thighs set against the clumsy Calf - A grotesque body, like the full embodiment of injustice.He didn't know who this man was at all, and he didn't doubt him at all, but blinded by pain, he saw his unexplainable misfortune in this ugly image, and felt that he was being driven by a hatred that he couldn't resist caught. The Czech scholar jumped into the water, made a few vigorous strokes, and approached the woman. "Leave her alone!" roared the man in pajamas, before jumping into the water himself. The Czech scholar was only two meters away from the woman; his feet were already on the bottom of the pool. The man in pajamas swam towards him and yelled again, "Leave her alone! Don't touch her!" The Czech scholar had already put his hand under the body of the floating woman after exhaling heavily. At this moment, the man in pajamas was already very close to him: "Let her go, or I will kill you!" In his tearful eyes, he could see nothing except a deformed figure.He threw himself on his shoulders and shook violently.The scholar toppled over, and the woman slipped from his arms.Neither of the men paid any more attention to the woman, who swam to the escalator and climbed up.The scholar looked into the hateful eyes of the man in pajamas, and the same hatred was burning in his eyes. The man in pajamas couldn't bear it any longer, and he punched. The scholar felt a pain in his mouth.Examining one of the front teeth with his tongue, he felt that it was shaking.This is a denture that a dentist who had installed other dentures next to him in Prague meticulously helped him to implant it back on the root of the tooth; he was repeatedly warned that this tooth supports the other teeth like a beam, and if it falls out, he will escape. Unable to lose the fate of wearing dentures, the Czech scholar felt an indescribable horror.His tongue checked the wobbly tooth, and his face grew pale, first with worry, then with anger.His life welled up in front of his eyes, and tears, for the second time that day, filled his eyes; yes, he wept, and in the depths of his weeping, a thought came to his mind: he had lost everything but his Muscles; but what use are these muscles, his poor muscles?The question was like a spring, causing him to make a terrible move with his right hand: a slap, a big slap, as big as the sorrow of wearing a false brace, as big as half a century of chaotic orgy by all the swimming pools of France.The man in pajamas disappeared into the water. He sank so quickly and directly that the Czech scholar thought he had killed him; after a moment of stupefaction, he bent down to lift him up, and patted him on the face a few times; the man opened his eyes and looked at him blankly. Look at the deformed ghost in front of him, and then break free and swim to the escalator to find his woman. 38 The woman crouches by the pool, watching the men in their pajamas fight and drown.When he stepped onto the poolside tiles, she got up and walked toward the stairs without looking back, but not fast enough for him to follow.So without a word, drenched, they walked across the hall (everyone had been away for a long time), through the corridors and back to the room.Their clothes were dripping, they were shivering, they should change. Then? what, after?They're going to make love, or what do you think they'll do?They'll be silent tonight, and she'll moan like someone hurt.So it can go on again, and the scene that they performed for the first time tonight will be repeated in the days to come, the services to come.In order to show that she is above all the vulgarity and the ordinary world she despises, she will force him to kneel again, apologize again, and cry again, she will be worse than this time, let him wear a cuckold, publicize his affair, Make him suffer, he'll fight back, get more vulgar, threaten, decide to do something so vile, he'll smash vases, yell horrible swear words, she'll pretend to be scared, accuse him of being a violent, assailant, He would kneel again, cry again, admit his mistake, and then she would allow him to sleep with her, and so on, and so on, for weeks, months, years, forever.