Such a pity how much ruthless pragmatism gets weighed down by family values.
I almost pity him. He didn’t choose to be put on my platter. When I carve him up and toss him to the dogs, only then will he confront that brutal, inescapable truth.
A woman’s pity is cruel indeed. She lends no ear to a petulant man. Around the throat of the man she loves is a glistening white thread soaked with regret.