Women Only Love Those That They Don’t

In People's Eyes I Readpages Of Malice And Sin.

My Whole Life Has Been Merely A Succession Of Miserable And Unsuccessful Denials Of Feelings Or Reason.

I Was Lying, But I Wanted To Rouse Him. I Have An Inborn Urge To Contradict; My Whole Life Has Been A Mere Chain Of Sad And Futile Opposition To The Dictates Of Either Heart Or Reason. The Presence Of An Enthusiast Makes Me As Cold As A Midwinter's Day, And, I Believe, Frequent Association With A Listless Phlegmatic Would Make Me An Impassioned Dreamer.

And I, As I Lived, In An Alien Landwill Die A Slave And An Orphan.

A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In General, And Woman's Heart In Particular.