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I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

I Know Indeed What Evil I Intend To Do, But Stronger Than All My Afterthoughts Is My Fury, Fury That Brings Upon Mortals The Greatest Evils.

The Bold Are Helpless Without Cleverness.

If I Could Remake The World, I'd Banish Women, Send Them Away With All Their Trouble. Then Children Would Come From A Purer Source.