Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. “Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. My profession has hardened me. “It might be a policeman borrowing the driveway and looking out for speeders. “The women are taking it up,” said Miss Miniver; “the women and the common people, all pressing forward, all roused. I presume that you have been living alone?” She sighed gently.
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