On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life(Which started by loving our neighbour, and ended by loving his wife)Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
>>25036885>Low sloping forehead *tsk tsk tsk*
A scrimmage in a Border Station— A canter down some dark defile—Two thousand pounds of education Drops to a ten-rupee jezail— Strike hard who cares—shoot straight who can—The odds are on the cheaper man.
>>25036885>If any question why we died,>Tell them, because our fathers lied.Kipling was pithy as fuck.
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So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to conferWith his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for herWhere, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring handsTo some God of abstract justice - which no woman understands.And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave himMust command but may not govern; shall enthrall but not enslave him.And She knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,That the female of Her species is more deadly than the male!
