An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind?
She looked at me as if for a moment she would seek someone who would understand the dreadful predicament of a woman, in this world ruled by men.