His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. . . We pretend we never think of everything that makes us what we are. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. ’ ‘Grossly unfair, too. He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature.
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