There are more women than men.

Yes; but if you let women work as men work, they'll die off much quicker.

They'll become extinct.

That was her argument.

Death and gall and bitter dust were on her pen-tip; and as the afternoon wore on, red had worked into her cheek-bones and a light was in her eyes.
But what brought Jacob Flanders to read Marlowe in the British Museum?
Youth, youth--something savage--something pedantic.