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’
Oh
,
but
they
do
!
I
don
’
t
think
since
the
human
species
was
invented
,
there
has
ever
been
a
time
when
men
and
women
have
liked
one
another
as
much
as
they
do
today
.
Genuine
liking
!
Take
myself
.
I
really
like
women
better
than
men
;
they
are
braver
,
one
can
be
more
frank
with
them
.
’
Connie
pondered
this
.
’
Ah
,
yes
,
but
you
never
have
anything
to
do
with
them
!
’
she
said
.
’
I
?
What
am
I
doing
but
talking
perfectly
sincerely
to
a
woman
at
this
moment
?
’
’
Yes
,
talking
.
.
.
’
’
And
what
more
could
I
do
if
you
were
a
man
,
than
talk
perfectly
sincerely
to
you
?
’
’
Nothing
perhaps
.
But
a
woman
.
.
.
’
’
A
woman
wants
you
to
like
her
and
talk
to
her
,
and
at
the
same
time
love
her
and
desire
her
;
and
it
seems
to
me
the
two
things
are
mutually
exclusive
.
’
’
But
they
shouldn
’
t
be
!
’
’
No
doubt
water
ought
not
to
be
so
wet
as
it
is
;
it
overdoes
it
in
wetness
.
But
there
it
is
!
I
like
women
and
talk
to
them
,
and
therefore
I
don
’
t
love
them
and
desire
them
.
The
two
things
don
’
t
happen
at
the
same
time
in
me
.
’
