I Would Play Ball With Catherine, And

Good God What Men Can Do To Their Brains When Their Cocks Are Hard.

I Have Seen Sights And Travelled In Countries You Cannot Imagine. I Have Been Afraid And I Have Been In Danger, And I Have Never For One Moment Thought That I Would Throw Myself At At A Man For His Help.

Katherine Of Aragon Was Speaking Out For The Women Of The Country, For The Good Wives Who Should Not Be Put Aside Just Because Their Husbands Had Taken A Fancy To Another, For The Women Who Walked The Hard Road Between Kitchen, Bedroom, Church And Childbirth. For The Women Who Deserved More Than Their Husband's Whim.

Sometimes You Cannot Help What You Hear, You Cannot Help What You See.

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.