the skinny on內幕門道

You've never been out of Boston. Nope. So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Life's work. Political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I ask you about women... you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favourites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends. " But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help.

你從沒離開過波士頓。 沒有。 那我要問你藝術，你八成能把所有藝術書裡的門道都給我背出來。 米開朗基羅。你對他知道得不少。 畢生作品、政治抱負、他和教皇的關係。 性取向，全套都齊了，對吧？ 可我敢說你講不出西斯廷教堂裡是什麼味道。 你從沒真正站在那兒，抬頭看過那片美麗的天頂。 我見過。 我要是問你女人…… 你大概會給我報一份你私人收藏的名單。 你也許還上過幾次床。 可你說不出，一覺醒來身邊躺著一個女人是什麼感覺…… 感到真正的幸福。 你這小子挺硬氣。 我問你戰爭，你大概，呃，會甩幾句莎士比亞給我，對吧？ “再衝一次缺口吧，親愛的朋友們。” 可你從沒靠近過戰場。 你從沒把摯友的頭抱在膝上…… 看著他嚥下最後一口氣，眼神還在向你求救。