I’m a blank sheet of paper that no one will write on.
Hussein.
No man understands in the least what I’m good for;
They all want to use me for scattering sand with!
Peer.
I was in a woman’s keeping a silver-clasped book;—
It’s one and the same misprint to be either mad or sane!
Hussein.
Just fancy, what an exhausting life.
To be a pen and never taste the edge of a knife!