GEORGE SAND
THE HOPELESSLY UGLY SIREN
A very famous woman discovered once that men are not paragons of fidelity. Or, finding that one man was not, she decided that all men were alike. And to Jules Sandeau, who had deceived her, she exclaimed, in fine, melodrama frenzy:
"My heart is a grave!"
"From the number of its occupants," drawled Sandeau, "I should rather call it a cemetery."
The woman, too angry to grasp the meaning of the ungallant speech, raged on:
"But I will be avenged. I shall write the tragedy of my love—in romance form—and—"
"Why not in city-directory form?" suggested the man.
And the loverly conversation ended in hysterics.
The woman was Amandine Lucile Aurore Dupin Dudevant. History, literature, and the annals of superwomen know her as George Sand.