Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless – one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to her."  (Letter, 17 June 1837)

At the end of the day, you will have to answer yourself beyond the excuses

I have made a ceaseless effort not to ridicule, not to bewail, not to scorn human actions, but to understand them.

Do you think that horrible servant girl will get my body pregnant?' she asked as we trotted down the steps. 'I've heard about you girl orphans having no morals and having babies for fun and selling them to buy bicycles and fashion accessories and onions and stuff.

Written By Jasper Fforde

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