The Moon And Sixpence 20.4

When the fatman had left I said:"DirkStroeve thinks you're a great artist. ""What thehell do you suppose I care?""Will youlet me see your pictures?""Whyshould I?""I mightfeel inclined to buy one. ""I mightnot feel inclined to sell one. ""Are youmaking a good living?" I asked, smiling.He chuckled."Do I lookit?""You lookhalf starved. ""I am halfstarved. ""Then comeand let's have a bit of dinner. ""Why doyou ask me?""Not outof charity, " I answered coolly. "I don't really care a twopenny damnif you starve or not."His eyes lit upagain."Come on,then, " he said, getting up. "I'd like a decent meal. "当这个胖子走了以后，我开口说：“戴尔克·施特略夫说你是个了不起的画家。”“我才他妈的不在乎他怎么说呢！”“你可以不可以让我看看你的画？”“为什么我要给你看？”“说不定我想买一两幅。”“说不定我还不想卖呢。”“你过得不错吧？”我笑着说。他咯咯地笑了两声。“我象过得不错的吗？”“你象连肚皮也吃不饱的样子。”“我就是连饭也吃不饱。”“那咱们去吃点什么吧。”“你干嘛请我吃饭？”“不是出于慈善心肠，”我冷冷地说，“你吃得饱吃不饱才不干我的事呢。”他的眼睛又闪起亮来。“那就走吧，”他说，站了起来，“我倒是想好好地吃它一顿。”