I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.
์ ์ด ๋ง๋ถํฐ ์ฑ๊ฒฉ ๋๋ฌด ์๊ฒจ์... ์์ํ๋ ๋ง์ด๋ ์๋๊ณ ์๊ฐ๋ณด๋ค ๋น๋ฆฌ๋น๋ฆฌํ๋ฐ ์ฑ๊ฒฉ์ ๋ ํ ์ฑ๊น ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๊น... ๊ทธ์๋์ ๋จ์ฑ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๋๋จ ๋ก๋ง์ด๋๊น
You're as cold-blooded a beast as I ever met, Marlowe. Or can I call you Phil?
Sure.
You can call me Vivian.
Thanks, Mrs. Regan.
Oh, go to hell, Marlowe. She went out and didn't look back.
์ฑ๊ฒฉ ์ง์งใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ
"Is that any of your business soldier?"
"I could make it my business."
He smiled tightly and pushed his hat back on his gray hair. "And I could make your business my business."
๊ฝํธ์ธ์ค
"I'm nice to be nice to, soldier. I'm not nice not to be nice to."
"Listen hard and you'll hear my teeth chattering."
์ ์ง์ฌใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ
I like the worms better. Did you know that worms are of both sexes and that any worm can love any other worm?
์ด๋ ๋ง๋ก ๋๋ค๊ฒจ๋ง๊ณ ์์์ ๋ฌถ์ฌ์๋ ์ํ์ธ๋ฐ ์ผ์ด๋์ ํ๋ค๋ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ ใ
What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you dies or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now.
์๋ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ฅ์ ์ ๋ง ์ต๊ณ ์๋๋ฐ
๋๋จธ์ง ๊ธ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅ typical ํ ํํํฝ์ ์ด์๋ค. ์ถ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋๊ณ ๊ฑ ํ๋๋ณด์ผ๋ ํ์ ์์ค
๊ทธ๋ ๋ค๊ณ ํด์ ํฌ์คํธ๋งจ์ ๋ฒจ์ ๋ ๋ฒ ์ธ๋ฆฐ๋ค์ฒ๋ผ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋นก์ธ๊ฒ ์ฌ์ด์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ๋ ์๋๊ณ ๊ทธ์์ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ง๋๋ ์๊ณ ์ฝ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์๋ ๋จ์ฑ๋ค์ ๋ก๋ง...์ธ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ง๋ง....(๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฌ์์ ๋ค ํค์ค๋ฅผ ํด์ผ ํ๋ ํ๋ฆฝ ๋ง๋ก)
์์ ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์ฝ์ ๊ฒ๋ ์๋๊ณ ๋๋ฆ ์๊ธฐ๊ณ ์ฌ๋ฏธ์์ด์ ๊ด์ฐฎ๊ฒ ์ฝ์์
ํญ์ authenticํ ํํํฟ์ ์ ์ฝ์ด๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ์ใฑ ๋๋ฌธ์... ์๋ฆฌ์ฆ๋ ๋ง์ ์ฝ์๊น ๋ง๊น ๊ณ ๋ฏผ....
