During an orgy a man turns towards a woman:
What are you doing after the orgy? We're like frenchmen
in France all day long, we expound eternity, we expand
vegetable gardens. Why do we play ping pong in the dark?
It looks good in a poem? Why do we ring
bells? What were you saying just now? No, not that,
the other thing. Who's that inside me like a bell?

Pejk Malinovski: Einbildungsroman