They themselves live now in the reverence, admiration, and love they feel for the delicate, the private, the domestic nature of woman. They foresee the shrine where they worship profaned; they feel the bosoms where they are warmed growing hard and cold. They see the Homes where alone their public cares are soothed and made tolerable, converted into disprivacied parts of the great Hotel of life.

You didn't have to go to such trouble.

Here I sit, on the pooper, giving birth to a Maine state trooper.

Once, before we had juvenile court here, I made the mistake of putting on probation a boy who had shoplifted, a boy of good family. That boy later shot a man.