awers, and weepas they think of the England Dame Fodboldtrøjer tiny feet whose toddling march is done, andsweet-faced young ones who place each night beneath their pillow somelock that once curled on a boyish head that the salt waves have kissedto death, will call me a nasty cynical brute and say I'm talkingnonsense; but I believe, nevertheless, that if they will askthemselves truthfully whether they find it unpleasant to Naisten Barcelona Pelipaidat dwell thus ontheir Dame Parajumpers Dodie Vest sorrow, they will be compelled to answer "No." Tears are assweet as laughter to some natures. The proverbial Englishman, we knowfrom old chronicler Froissart, takes his pleasures sadly, and theEnglishwoman goes a step further and takes her pleasures in PJS Miehet Linus sadnessitself.
I am not sneering. I would not for a moment sneer at anything thathelps to keep hearts tender in this hard old world. We men are coldand common-sensed enough for all; we would not have women the same.
No, no, ladies dear, be always Bremen sentimental and soft-hearted, as youare--be the soothing butter to our coarse dry bread. Besides,sentiment is to women what fun is to us. They do not care for ourhumor, surely it would be unfair to deny them their grief. And whoshall say that their mode of enjoyment is not as sensible as ours?
Why assume that a doubled-up body, a contorted, purple face, and agaping mouth emitting a series of ear-splitting shrieks point to astate of more intelligent happiness than a pensive face Manchester United Børn Fodboldtrøjer reposing upona little white hand, and a pair of gentle tear-dimmed eyes lookingback through Time's dark avenue upon a fading past?
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