So here I am, king of all I survey, with a predilection for poker, a scorched liver, and a piano-player. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best for you.
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