CHAPTER FIVE
Lo, my Daughter, a man came unto me saying:
“Let me be thy slave. For, behold, I am all devotion. And it is my delight to serve a fair woman.”
And I looked at him and smiled sadly.
For I knew that he was invulnerable; and all my weapons were broken against me.
But another came unto me saying:
“Behold! I am a woman-hater. Not one of them do I trust. Nay, not one can deceive and allure me. For I have their numbers, all of them.”
And my heart was gladdened. For, by that sign, I knew that he was easy. And my way was clear before me.
Verily, verily, men are of three varieties: the kind that must be driven with whip and spur; the kind that must be coaxed with apples and sugar; and the kind that must be blindfolded and backed into the shafts of matrimony.