"They go out in the mornings, earn enough to make them drunk, sleep it off, and then begin again.
That's their life.

There are people who think they ought to be reformed.
'Mon cher monsieur', one must face reality a little, even in this country.

It would be a hundred times better for these people to spend their time reforming high Society.

Your high Society makes all these creatures; there's no harvest without cutting stalks.

'Selon moi'," he continued, putting back the quilt, and dribbling cigarette smoke through his nose, "there's no grand difference between your high Society and these individuals here; both want pleasure, both think only of themselves, which is very natural.