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Unter dem Vulkan

Geoffrey Firmin: How, unless you drink as I do, can you hope to understand the beauty of an old indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?

Geoffrey Firmin: He on whose heart the dust of Mexico has lain, will find no peace in any other land.

Geoffrey Firmin: Hugh! Where are you? Where can the young pup be? Hugh! An emissary calls! The Consul of Cuckold's Haven! Come and give the wife a welcome back kiss!

Hugh Firmin: Geoff, what possesses you?
Geoffrey Firmin: Sobriety, I'm afraid. Too much moderation. I need drink desperatly to get my balance back.

Geoffrey Firmin: Hey! There it is! We ought to go - to the fiesta!
Yvonne Firmin: What? Now?
Geoffrey Firmin: Yes, it will be all gone tomorrow. I mean, we ought to. Unless, of course, you're too fagged?

Geoffrey Firmin: The whole world will learn to laugh at the sight of stinking cadavers. Oh, ha! Ha! Ha! Bloody, ha! Ha! Ha!

Yvonne Firmin: They look so serene.
Geoffrey Firmin: Our ever present guardian angels.
Yvonne Firmin: Popocatépetl and his sleeping lady. We should pay them a visit.
Geoffrey Firmin: Now, that's the spirit. After the bulls, we'll pop up old Popo and look into the hot heart of the volcano.

Yvonne Firmin: All right, Geoffrey. We can talk about it when you're rested.
Geoffrey Firmin: When I'm sober, you mean? Surely, you know by this time that I can't get drunk however much I drink and that I'm only drunk in the conventional, incoherent, staggering sense when I haven't had a drink. Surely, you appreciate the fine balance I must strike between the shakes of too little and the abyss of too much?
Yvonne Firmin: I do appreciate it.
Geoffrey Firmin: Yes. Quite. Well.

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