Slowie is talking about ripped stockings.

"I sat with my ugliness for the day."

"Did he rip your stockings?"

"Yes he did, but that's beside the point, or maybe not. I realized after I slipped and spilled the shit I usually project onto others all over me for a day--that it indeed is ugliness that I easily give to others. This is what I discovered."

"What?"

"I am full of a ugliness."

"Do you mean shit? That seem to fit in this context."

"If I can get it off in time. If I can get it off me like a hot potato onto someone else I can see that it is not me. I see myself as pretty, pristine and the fucking world is against me. But slipping and spilling the ugliness on myself, not getting enough time to throw it at someone with a vileness means I am left with it. It means that the longer the minutes tick the more I will discover that I am the sole sponsor of it. I didn't know that. I didn't know blame, ridicule ugliness was coming from inside of me rather than someone making in me."

"What are we talking about?"

"We are talking about ripped stockings."

"Right."