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Nymphomaniac: Vol. I
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Hello?
You've had an accident.
You need an ambulance.
I'll call for one.
I'll be right back.
- Lie still here.
- No.
No.
No what?
I don't need an ambulance.
I can clearly see you do.
I'll call for one.
In that case,
I'll be up and gone
before you have time
to come back.
That will hurt.
That's possible.
But it doesn't matter to me.
I assume you don't want me
to call the police either.
Yes, that's exactly right.
I'd like a cup of tea
with some milk.
Well...
You have to come with me.
I don't serve tea in the street.
Can you walk?
Yeah.
I've even bought a cake.
Here's a pajama.
Thank you.
I've made up the bed for you.
With clean sheets.
- Sorry.
- That's okay.
There.
- I'll wash your clothes.
- Not my coat.
It's my coat.
The smell won't come off anyway.
It's your coat.
- Do you take sugar?
- No, thank you.
There you go.
Thank you.
So what happened?
Were you robbed?
It's my own fault.
I'm just a bad human being.
I've never met
a bad human being.
Well, you have now.
Do you want to talk about it?
You wouldn't understand.
Well, try me.
But I wouldn't know where to start.
Why is that ridiculous
fishhook hanging there?
That's a fly.
I caught a fish with it once,
a rather big one.
Strangely enough.
Fly fishing
so it resembles something
the fish likes to eat.
And then because
the fly is very light,
you have to have a line
that is heavy.
It creates the velocity
when you cast.
- You fish a lot?
- Well, some.
But I don't catch much.
When I was young, I...
I had a book I...
I worshipped.
It was an old book
by Izaak Walton
called "The Complete Angler."
It was like a romantic
nature bible to me.
Maybe I know where to start.
But if you're to understand, I'll...
I'll have to tell you
the whole story.
And it'll be long.
Long is good.
And moral, I'm afraid.
To begin with the bait,
I discovered my c*nt
as a two-year-old.
"C*nt" is a very strong word.
Let's call it
"Pandora's Box" then.
Um... No, no, no.
"C*nt" is better.
So, I was a nymphomaniac.
Wait a moment, no.
Nobody can be a nymphomaniac
when they're only two years old.
I don't think even the strictest God
would see anything else
than a child's normal behavior.
What about fetuses?
It's common knowledge
their genital organs.
Can a fetus somehow be sinful?
Why not?
Not according to any religion I know,
unless it's an original sin.
Ancestral.
Or perhaps according to a religion
that doesn't exist yet.
According to a god that hasn't
yet manifested himself.
But then you can imagine anything.
At an early age,
I was mechanically inclined.
Kinetic energy, for example,
has always fascinated me.
And my friend,
let's call her "B,"
always came up with the ideas.
Playing frogs was one
of B's classics.
Joe, are you all right?
Just a moment.
Are you done?
For Christ's sakes,
leave them alone.
He was a doctor.
My mother's name was Katherine.
I suppose she was what
you'd call "a cold b*tch."
She always had her back turned
when she played solitaire.
I hated solitaire.
When we had P.E.,
I'd climb up into the ropes
and hang there for ages
with the rope between my legs.
"The Sensation" we called it.
I remember very distinctly
this word, "sensation."
Perhaps the only difference
between me and other people
was that I've always demanded
more from the sunset.
More spectacular colors
when the sun hit the horizon.
That's perhaps my only sin.
Why are you insisting
that children are sinful?
Not children.
Me.
I don't see sin anywhere.
But then I'm not religious.
Well, that's because you don't
know the rest of the story.
And by the way,
I'm not religious either.
Why would you take the most
unsympathetic aspect
of religion such as
the concept of sin...
and let it survive beyond religion?
I don't understand this self-hatred.
Well, that's what I said.
- You wouldn't understand.
- No, I'm...
I'm sorry, I'll shut up.
Please continue.
Nervus... pudendus.
Nervus dorsalis clitoridis.
When the ash tree was created,
it made all the other trees
in the forest jealous.
It was the most beautiful tree.
You couldn't say
anything bad about it.
It was the World Tree
in Norse mythology.
Remember, Odin...
He hung from the ash tree,
Yggdrasil, for nine days
in order to gain insight.
The ash tree had
the strongest wood.
Then in the winter...
when the ash tree
lost all of its leaves...
all the trees noticed
its black buds,
and started laughing.
"Oh, look.
The ash tree has had
its fingers in the ashes."
See?
You can always tell
the ash tree in winter
by the black buds.
Now...
Now this is a lime tree leaf.
- Remember?
- I forgot about the lime tree.
I've told you 100 times.
My dad loved
telling me about the trees,
and their leaves,
and considered it
part of a good education.
He especially loved the childish
educational stories he told
to help me remember
what I had learned.
I knew how much he loved
telling those stories.
Sometimes I pretended
I'd forgotten them.
Originally, the lime
tree's leaves were round.
A fox had her den
beneath its roots
where she had four cubs.
One day, she went out
looking for food for them.
There was a hunt in the forest.
She was shot.
Wounded, she crawled back to the den
where she and the four cubs died.
This made the lime tree so sad.
And from then on,
the lime tree decided to have...
heart-shaped leaves.
Oh, yes, that's right.
Heart-shaped.
Am I boring you?
No, no. I'm just
looking forward
to how you'll get fishing
weaved into your tale.
on the wall there.
It's called a nymph.
It will tie in elegantly
with your discussion
about nymphomania.
in the life of an insect.
it was imperative for me
to get rid of my virginity.
Hopla.
I kind of knew this boy, J,
who had a moped.
So in my eyes he was
rather sophisticated.
I was 15,
and perhaps my girlish,
romantic expectations
were a bit high.
But he had good, strong hands.
I liked his hands.
Hello?
- Hi.
- Hi.
If I asked you to take my virginity
would that be a problem?
No, I don't see a problem.
So, um...
Where shall I go?
It's the f***ing carburetor.
I just can't work it out,
you imagine that?
- That's not very good.
- Hmm?
- It's not very good.
- No, it bloody isn't.
Ruins the whole idea
of having a moped.
your knickers, yeah?
He shoved his cock
inside me and humped me three times.
Then he turned
me over like a sack of potatoes.
Then he humped me
five times in the ass.
two humiliating numbers.
Three and five?
Those are Fibonacci numbers.
That may be.
In any case, it hurt like hell.
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