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A House Does Not Need A Wife Any More Than It Needs A Husband.

We Are Pushed Forward By The Social Forces, Reluctant And Stumbling, Our Faces Over Our Shoulders, Clutching At Every Relic Of The Past As We Are Forced Along; Still Adoring Whatever Is Behind Us. We Insist Upon Worshipping 'the God Of Our Fathers.' Why Not The God Of Our Children? Does Eternity Only Stretch One Way?

It Would Have Saved Trouble Had I Remained Perkins From The First, This Changing Of Women's Names Is A Nuisance We Are Now Happily Outgrowing.

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Until We See What We Are, We Cannot Take Steps To Become What We Should Be.