When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman?
It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.
When the style is fully formed, if it has a sweet undersong, we call it beautiful, and the writer may do what he likes in words or syntax.
Man has his will, - but woman has her way.
Nature is in earnest when she makes a woman.
Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at the truth.
