‘Women,’ said Judson Tate, ‘are mysterious creatures.’ My spirits sank. I was not there to listen to such a world-old hypothesis – to such a timeworn, long-ago-refuted, bald, feeble, illogical, vicious, patent sophistry – to an ancient, baseless, wearisome, ragged, unfounded, insidious, falsehood originated by women themselves, and by them insinuated, foisted, thrust, spread, and ingeniously promulgated into the ears of mankind by underhanded, secret and deceptive methods, for the purpose of augmenting, furthering, and reinforcing their own charms and designs. ‘Oh, I don’t know!’ said I, vernacularly.