. . . when a woman has a husbandAnd you’ve got none,Why should she take advice from you?Even if you can quote Balzac and ShakespeareAnd all them other highfalutin’ Greeks.

Her betrothed is a lout, her father is a boor; and now her brother is trailing around looking like a thunderstorm about to burst. Men are not sensible creatures.”Thank you,’ said Robin.

You traitorous bitch!” he yelled. “You goddamn liar!”I laughed. “You knew I were a bitch and a liar when you married me, Guy. It’s your own damn fault for agreeing to it.