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"'Your crotch ain't cement. I shore bet it ain't cement'" (189).

"In its original form, using mutton, it conjures up rather dismal images of survival: lonely crofts, worn women in shawls stooping over smoking peat fires; acres of heather, and flocks of eminently shockable sheep" (168).

"One harp wears an overcoat and galoshes. They have a pact. He can fall on it without warning, spin it around, heft it to his shoulder like a stunned Sabine and stride away, slamming into his car and driving off at dawn to have his way with it in a recording studio somewhere" (165).

"'Imagine working all day and then having to shop, clean the house, get the children off to bed, and, somehow, in all of that, manage to slip your husband some poison?'" (141-142).

"I want to start dinner, but the pope is standing in the way" (120). Don't you hate it when that happens?

"Her foundation obviously knew what they were doing when they allotted a generous amount for travel expenses. But they had refused to pay for a child's ticket; how full of wisdom was the male working world to free her for this adventure" (67). Um.

"We have been brainwashed into paying more homage than is due this particular attachment of the male anatomy, and far too much has been made of its rise and fall" (19).