Conventional History Completely Ignores Half The Human

Cats Always Pick The Laps Of The People Who Don't Like Them.

Now, Mama, Papa, And Sir," Said Ramses, "please Withdraw To The Farthest Corner And Crouch Down With Your Backs Turned. It Is As I Feared; We Will Never Break Through By This Method. The Walls Are Eight Feet Thick. Fortunately I Brought Along A Little Nitroglycerin--" "oh, Good Gad," Shrieked Inspector Cuff.

Peculiar Or Not, It Is My Idea Of Pleasure. Why, Why Else Do You Lead This Life You Don't Enjoy It? Don't Talk Of Duty To Me; You Men Always Have Some High-sounding Excuse For Indulging Yourselves. You Go Gallivanting Over The Earth, Climbing Mountains, Looking For The Sources Of The Nile; And Expect Women To Sit Dully At Home Embroidering. I Embroider Very Badly. I Think I Would Excavate Rather Well.

I Do Not Scruple To Employ Mendacity And A Fictitious Appearance Of Female Incompetence When The Occasion Demands It.

I Knew The Answer, And--of Course--so Did Ramses. He Has Superb Breath Control And Always Gets In Ahead Of Me.