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I thought sadly how heavily the dice were loaded against the wife in any triangle of this kind. The other woman knows that the battle is on. The wife doesn't. The other woman is on her best behavior, trying to please, to charm, to flatter, and often, I suppose, to seduce. The wife, knowing nothing, is behaving like a natural person does^ sometimes pleasant and amusing, sometimes dull, critical, or irritable. And silently watching her is her husband, nothing her faults, comparing her with the alleged paragon of all the virtues.

Well, I think a women is often like a thrush with a snail. She hops along, sees a man, pauses, listens, considers, head on one side and then dashes him out of his protective shell and swallows him. A woman will knock a man into some semblance of order, cajoling, pleading, using every ounce of her personality, until she has moulded him into the shape she thinks is good for him. Then she sits back to enjoy the fruits of her labor. But she forgets the price she has had to pay: the blanketing out of his personality, the smothering procrss which has to be gone through.