I Am None Of Those Nonsensical Fools

I Am None Of Those Nonsensical Fools That Can Whine And Make Romantic Love--i Leave That To Younger Brothers. Let My Estate Speakfor Me.

Thoroughly To Unfold The Labyrinths Of The Human Mind Is An Arduous Task.... In Order To Dive Into Those Recesses And Lay Them Open To The Reader In A Striking And Intelligible Manner, 'tis Necessary To Assume A Certain Freedom In Writing, Not Strictly Perhaps Within The Limits Prescribed By Rules.

There Is Yet Another Kind Of Matrimonial Dialect (which Naturally Succeeds This Of Talking At Each Other), Which May Very Properlybe Styled The Language Contradictory.... In The Former, However Plain The Object Of Satire May Be Exhibited To The Whole Company, Yet There Always Remains Some Little Covering.... But In This Last Method, The Defiance Becomes More Open And The Impetuosity With Which These Contradictions Are Uttered (although The Subjects Of Them Are Often Of The Most Indifferent Nature) Evidently Prove That They Arise From Passion.

The Supposition That It Was Possible For Any Woman To Be So Mean-spirited As Not At Least To Wish To Tear Out Her Rival's Eyes Was Too Hard For The Digestion Of The Cry.

I Often Used To Think Myself In The Case Of The Fox-hunter, Who, When He Had Toiled And Sweated All Day In The Chase As If Some Unheard-of Blessing Was To Crown His Success, Finds At Last All He Has Got By His Labor Is A Stinking Nauseous Animal. But My Condition Was Yet Worse Than His; For He Leaves The Loathsome Wretch To Be Torn By His Hounds, Whilst I Was Obliged To Fondle Mine, And Meanly Pretend Him To Be The Object Of My Love.