I'd Cut Up My Heart For You

Everywhere, Women Gathered In Knots, Huddled In Groups On Front Porches, On Sidewalks, Even In The Middle Of The Streets, Telling Each Other That No News Is Good News, Trying To Comfort Each Other, Trying To Present A Brave Appearance.

Everybody's Mainspring Is Different. And I Want To Say This - Folks Whose Mainsprings Are Busted Are Better Dead.

Like Most Girls, Her Imagination Carried Her Just As Far As The Altar And No Further.

I'll Think Of It Tomorrow, At Tara. I Can Stand It Then. Tomorrow, I'll Think Of Some Way To Get Him Back. After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

Now He Saw That She Understood Entirely Too Well And He Felt The Usual Masculine Indignation At The Duplicity Of Women. Added To It Was The Usual Masculine Disillusionment In Discovering That A Woman Has A Brain.