“Where else can a girl go when she makes a guy her world and he rejects her so callously?”
Get thee to a nunnery. Why, wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go — and quickly too. Farewell.
I have heard of your paintings well enough. God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nick-name God’s creatures, and make your wontonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on’t, it hath made me mad. I say we will have no mo marriage. Those that are married already — all but one — shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, GO!
The missing M. Smokey almost 13 years ago
You can’t impress US with stories of people gone crazy.
Sisyphos almost 13 years ago
“Where else can a girl go?” That is a rare moment of enlightenment.Lucas, you are such a girly-man!
olddbr Premium Member almost 13 years ago
Something about this strip, can’t nail it down, but it grows on you. Cross between a soap opera and a bad opera.
fritzoid Premium Member almost 13 years ago
“Where else can a girl go when she makes a guy her world and he rejects her so callously?”
Get thee to a nunnery. Why, wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go — and quickly too. Farewell.
I have heard of your paintings well enough. God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nick-name God’s creatures, and make your wontonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on’t, it hath made me mad. I say we will have no mo marriage. Those that are married already — all but one — shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, GO!