Behind Every Myth Lies A Truth; Beyond

Sisters Are Always Drying Their Hair. Locked Into Rooms, Alone, They Pose At The Mirror, Shoulders Bare, Trying This Way And That Their Hair, Or Fly Importunate Down The Stair To Answer The Telephone.

O, Merry Is The Optimist, With The Troops Of Courage Leaguing. But A Dour Trend In Any Friend Is Somehow Less Fatiguing.

Say What You Will, Making Marriage Work Is A Woman's Business. The Institution Was Invented To Do Her Homage; It Was Contrived For Her Protection. Unless She Accepts It As Such --as A Beautiful, Bountiful, But Quite Unequal Association --the Going Will Be Hard Indeed.

For Little Boys Are Rancorous When Robbed Of Any Myth, And Spiteful And Cantankerous To All Their Kin And Kith. But Little Girls Can Draw Conclusions And Profit From Their Lost Illusions.

Compromise, If Not The Spice Of Life, Is Its Solidity. It Is What Makes Nations Great And Marriages Happy