Am I A Man? To Want You

Do You Know,' He Said Again Softly, Addressing His Hands, 'what It Is To Love Someone, And Never - Never! - Be Able To Give Them Peace, Or Joy, Or Happiness?' He Looked Up Then, Eyes Filled With Pain. 'to Know That You Cannot Give Them Happiness, Not Through Any Fault Of Yours Or Theirs, But Only Because You Were Not Born The Right Person For Them?

I'll Leave It To You, Sassenach," He Said Dryly, "to Imagine What It Feels Like To Arrive Unexpectedly In The Midst Of A Brothel, In Possession Of A Verra Large Sausage.

...well, If Women's Work Was Never Done, Why Trouble About How Much Of It Wasn't Being Accomplished At Any Given Moment?

You Could Tell From The Books Whether A Library Was Meant For Show Or Not. Books That Were Used Had An Open, Interested Feel To Them, Even If Closed And Neatly Lined Up On A Shelf In Strict Order With Their Fellows. You Felt As Though The Book Took As Much Interest In You As You Did In It And Was Willing To Help When You Reached For It.

Scots Have Long Memories, And They're Not The Most Forgiving Of People.