The woman is a clever husband. In hard times she stands stout men. Difficult to manage but reliable to survive. In easier times a more domesticated strain is preferred.

There comes a point, in the development of some societies, when the material needs of the people are met to such a degree that the creation of art may become the primary focus of human attention.

I say, “please give me one more day.”

He replies, “what would you do with a day, when you will not live in a moment?”