It Is Much More Sensible To Be

Spring Is Always Cruel, With Its False Promise Of Resurrection.

Cats Always Pick The Laps Of The People Who Don't Like Them.

Peculiar Or Not, It Is My Idea Of Pleasure. Why, Why Else Do You Lead This Life You Don't Enjoy It? Don't Talk Of Duty To Me; You Men Always Have Some High-sounding Excuse For Indulging Yourselves. You Go Gallivanting Over The Earth, Climbing Mountains, Looking For The Sources Of The Nile; And Expect Women To Sit Dully At Home Embroidering. I Embroider Very Badly. I Think I Would Excavate Rather Well.

But The Dust! And The Clutter! My Housewifely And Scholarly Instincts Were Equally Offended.

I Do, However, Think It Would Be Difficult To Write Books I Don't Like To Read.