the skinny on内幕门道

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.

你从没离开过波士顿。 没有。 那我要问你艺术，你八成能把所有艺术书里的门道都给我背出来。 米开朗基罗。你对他知道得不少。 毕生作品、政治抱负、他和教皇的关系。 性取向，全套都齐了，对吧？ 可我敢说你讲不出西斯廷教堂里是什么味道。 你从没真正站在那儿，抬头看过那片美丽的天顶。 我见过。 我要是问你女人…… 你大概会给我报一份你私人收藏的名单。 你也许还上过几次床。 可你说不出，一觉醒来身边躺着一个女人是什么感觉…… 感到真正的幸福。 你这小子挺硬气。 我问你战争，你大概，呃，会甩几句莎士比亚给我，对吧？ “再冲一次缺口吧，亲爱的朋友们。” 可你从没靠近过战场。 你从没把挚友的头抱在膝上…… 看着他咽下最后一口气，眼神还在向你求救。