Oh, how I love a witty, intelligent woman.
‘What must it be like, do you think, to run about saying whatever one likes, as so many gentlemen do? To have one’s flaws and misdeeds attributed not to one’s sex, or the manner of one’s birth, but to one’s character alone? I should like that, I think; to make an utter fool oh myself, and be regarded not as a bad example of womanhood, but merely a bad example.’
— Sep 24, 2026 10:38AM
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