There Is An Invisible Garment Woven Around

Men Should Only Believe Half Of What Women Say. But Which Half?

A Wife Loves Out Of Duty, And Duty Leads To Constraint, And Constraint Kills Desire.

Faithful Women Are All Alike, They Think Only Of Their Fidelity, Never Of Their Husbands.

I Remember A Time When A Cabbage Could Sell Itself By Being A Cabbage. Nowadays It’s No Good Being A Cabbage – Unless You Have An Agent And Pay Him A Commission. Nothing Is Free Anymore To Sell Itself Or Give Itself Away. These Days, Countess, Every Cabbage Has Its Pimp.

Each Day The Worst Of Our Faults, Our Deficiencies, Our Crimes, The Truth Of Our Lives, Is Stifled Under A Triple Layer Of Forgetfulness, Death And The Ordinary Course Of Justice.