women love us for our defects; if we have enough of them they will forgive us everything

The authors challenge that the marriage in which one cannot express disappointment has become an idol – The Thing that Cannot Be Questioned.

You know nothing of war. War is dark. Black as pitch. It is not a God. It does not laugh or weep. It rewards neither skill nor daring. It is not a trial of souls, not the measure of wills. Even less is it a tool, a means to some womanish end. It is merely the place where the iron bones of the earth meet the hollow bones of men and break them.

I never found even in my juvenile hours that it was necessary to go a thousand miles in search of themes for moralizing.

Written By Horace Walpole

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