Title: Music Club - "Just the Way It Is, Baby" The Rembrandts (1991) Source:
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She steadied herself with one hand on the chimney-piece. She looked at him for an instant, and two red spots suddenly appeared on her cheeks. She gave a shrill, angry laugh.
"I disgust you."
She paused and drew in her breath sharply. Then she burst into a furious torrent of abuse. She shouted at the top of her voice. She called him every foul name she could think of. She used language so obscene that Philip was astounded; she was always so anxious to be refined, so shocked by coarseness, that it had never occurred to him that she knew the words she used now. She came up to him and thrust her face in his. It was distorted with passion, and in her tumultuous speech the spittle dribbled over her lips.
"I never cared for you, not once, I was making a fool of you always, you bored me, you bored me stiff, and I hated you, I would never have let you touch me only for the money, and it used to make me sick when I had to let you kiss me. We laughed at you, Griffiths and me, we laughed because you was such a mug. A mug! A mug!"
Then she burst again into abominable invective. She accused him of every mean fault; she said he was stingy, she said he was dull, she said he was vain, selfish; she cast virulent ridicule on everything upon which he was most sensitive. And at last she turned to go. She kept on, with hysterical violence, shouting at him an opprobrious, filthy epithet. She seized the handle of the door and flung it open. Then she turned round and hurled at him the injury which she knew was the only one that really touched him. She threw into the word all the malice and all the venom of which she was capable. She flung it at him as though it were a blow.
---William Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage, Chapter XCVI
A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger.
Before we go any further, and waste our time: neither of you know me, nor I you. Whatever "the way it is, baby" with you two, I don't care beyond general humanitarian well wishes, nor am I asking for any special solicitude from either of you. I have no plans not to let either of you live your lives as you want. Neither of you should have anything personal that you could say to me, nor I to you. If someone else does, let her speak for herself, or keep a decent silence. I'm tired of this slug dance, and I want to flush it away. Let go of this, and then I promise I will too.
Before we go any further, and waste our time: neither of you know me, nor I you. Whatever "the way it is, baby" with you two, I don't care beyond general humanitarian well wishes, nor am I asking for any special solicitude from either of you. I have no plans not to let either of you live your lives as you want. Neither of you should have anything personal that you could say to me, nor I to you. If someone else does, let her speak for herself, or keep a decent silence. I'm tired of this slug dance, and I want to flush it away. Let go of this, and then I promise I will too.