Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom Page #2

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The boy's hopeless at masturbation,

he needs a lesson

You'd think he'd never seen

a man's tool

Well, friends...

...Signora Vaccari will turn them

into first-class whores

Nothing is more contagious than evil

You are mistaken, Your Excellency

Some can do evil only when

passion drives them to it

They are always unhappy, regretting

the evils of the previous night

Umberto, Franco... what do you say?

Handsome

Efisio, it's my turn

On the Peratibridge

A black flag flies

The mourning of the Julian regiment

that goes to war

The best young men lie

under the earth

The gentleman are not satisfied

with you

The first thing you must learn

is how to hold it

Go on

Up and down

Squeeze it harder...

...and stroke beneath with

the other hand

Slut! See how it's done

There were nine girls, now only eight

Here's a number eight story

It's about a man who had a friend

named Six-times-eight

Going home in the blackout one night

they lost each other

Our man tried to find his friend,

looking everywhere

At last he thought he saw something

in the darkness

He was overjoyed, thinking he had

found his friend

-He cried:
"Six-times-eight!"

-"Forty-eight", came the reply

Music! Signora Vaccari will tell us

another story...

...to stimulate us for

another skirmish

I was nine when my sister took me to

Milan to meet Signora Calzetti

She examined me and asked if I

wanted to work for her

I said I would, if the pay was good

My first client, a stout man named

Vaccari, looked me over carefully

At once I showed him my p*ssy,

which I thought was very special

He covered his eyes:

"Out of the question

"I'm not interested in your vagina,

cover it up"

He covered me up, making me lie down

He said:
"All these little whores

know is to flaunt their vaginas

"Now I'll have to recover from

that disgusting sight"

He wrapped me in a sheet,

like a mummy...

...leaving only my behind uncovered

He caressed it gently, opened

and closed the cheeks...

...began to suck it greedlily

Then he carefully...

...put his member between my buttocks,

his movements became frenzied

"Such an adorable behind, the sweet

little anus. Now I'll anoint it"

He said that three or four times

I never saw him again

Your first client...

...had an idea of women that

most of us do not share

Homage to the rear temple...

...is more fervent than the other

I put this question to the company

How can we determine the true

inclination of a boy or girl?

Their best part, in other words

I believe by masturbation of the

requisite body areas

Let's take the youngsters about whom

we have doubts...

...and take them aside to verify

Observing, with equal passion

and apathy, Guido and Vaccari...

...masturbating the two bodies

which belong to us...

...inspires a number of interesting

reflections

Would you care to elaborate,

dear Duke?

We Fascists are the only true

anarchists

Naturally...

...once we've become masters of the

state, true anarchy is that of power

However, look at their

obscene gestures...

...like deaf-mute language...

...with a code none of us can break,

no matter how great our power

There is nothing to be done

We must restrict our impulses

to a single gesture

He came. Now he is a man

Little Sergio, we're proud of you

-She's a woman now

-Our first couple has been formed

Sergio, you've proved you're a man

She is your prize

Come forward

Appreciate the goodwill of

these gentlemen...

...who allow you to enjoy such

a great privilege...

...we will solemnize your marriage

What a fine thing

What a whore

Get out, you sluts!

Let us resume the ceremony

Will you, Sergio...

...take Renata for your wife?

I pronounce you man and wife

Clear off, all of you!

If you salute him,

then you are bound

If you are for him,

if you are sound

Then you must join up,

honour bound

Lustily! Aren't you newlyweds?

Give rein to your feelings

Get busy, idiot

No! That flower is reserved for us

The principle of all greatness

on earth...

...has long been bathed in blood

My friends, if memory does not

betray me:

"Without bloodshed, there is

no forgiveness

"No forgiveness without bloodshed".

Baudelaire

Excellency, the expression is not

to be found in Baudelaire...

...but in Nietzsche's

The Genealogy of Morals

It is neither from Baudelaire

nor Nietzsche...

...nor in Saint Paul's

Epistle to the Romans

It's Dada

Sing me that sweet melody

l loved so much, that goes da-da

Delicious creature, do you want

my dirty underpants?

My old underpants. What incomparable

refinement

You see how sensitive I am

to the value of things

Little angel, my greatest desire is

to grant your wish

You know I respect all tastes

and whims

However baroque, all deserve

to be respected

Because we're not their masters,

even the most bizarre manias...

...derive from a basic principle

of refinement

Yes, old buggers, it's a question

of delicacy

One day Madam sent me to

another libertine

He took me to a room with

a splendid Chinese carpet

After making me undress, he ordered

me on all fours, like an animal

Having stroked my head two or

three times...

...he said:
"I want to see if you're

as quick as my dogs"

He threw two chestnuts across

the room...

...saying:
"Good b*tch, fetch!"

I thought it best to go along

with the game

You have two beautiful eyes...

then look

Piss

"Filthy muck, putrid b*tch",

he shouted, approaching me

Then he ejaculated over my back

Then he left

I dressed...

...and discovered 25,000 lire

in my coat

Eat!

Your Excellency, are you convinced?

It is when I see others degraded

that I rejoice...

...knowing it is better to be me

than the scum of "the people"

Whenever men are equal, without that

difference, happiness cannot exist

So you wouldn't aid the humble,

the unhappy

In all the world...

...no voluptuousness flatters the

senses more than social privilege

My next story is about the mania

of Minister Missiroli

I went to the Minister's office

at ten one morning

The moment I entered,

the doors closed

"What are you doing here,

you little b*tch?

"Who gave you permission

to disturb me?"

I hadn't been warned of what

would happen...

...so I was frightened by the welcome

I can't take any more

He tore off my clothes,

shredded them...

...and threw them into the fire

Then he stretched out

seemingly semi-conscious...

...in a chair...

...and ejaculated...

...making his sperm fall upon the

charred remains of my clothes

CIRCLE OF SHI:

Don't you think, Signora Maggi...

...that before your stories, you

should show us your best part?

With the greatest of pleasure

These buttocks merit our attention

I have seldom seen better

Very kind of you to say so

We thank you. Please begin

I see that you gentlemen esteem

the rear end...

...so I shall devote my stories

to this subject

My story will interest you all...

...especially our dear President;

it concerns a particular mania...

...his dearest caprice, which

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