In his conceit he made of me a human joke.
But now that I am become a widow, I see him as he is. Therefore shall I arise and smite him in his vanity.
Lo, what woman shall take men seriously, once she hath been married unto one of these? For he, that seemeth a thing of beauty and wisdom unto many virgins, is but a child in the eyes of his wife.
She knoweth the source of his opinions; and the padding of his shoulders is not hidden from her. His grouches are always with her and his digestion is her burden.
Go to! I have seen him at his mirror when he worked upon the parting of his hair. He hath borrowed my powder for his chin, and with my perfume hath he anointed himself. My nail-polish and my eau de cologne, they were not safe from him.
I have flattered him and beheld his fall. I have said unto him, “My love, thy judgment is above question and thy common sense above praise!”
And he hath smiled, as one that sippeth a wine of a rare vintage.
“Lo, thy reasoning powers and thine acumen are greater than those of Sherlock Holmes!”
And I have observed his secret joy.