Lord John: 'The court has suffered most sorely for your absence. We hardly know where to find our amusement now.' Lady Nora: 'I am sorry to hear that, I suppose it takes some wit to produce one's own entertainment. Are you often bored?
I deserve better —such a dangerous, mad thought for a woman to entertain.
Force persuades a person to speak, but it cannot guarantee his honesty. Quite the reverse: it will extract confessions from innocents and lies from simple sinners...
For a woman's words to wound would require a man to listen first!
I admit, that the brain does not govern the body as well as one might wish- else all men would be saints and hell would be empty of lechers.
Spoken often enough, words become [became] nonsense.
Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.
