Don't I know 'em?
They're the same from Cape Horn to Alaska, from Dublin to Rio." He bellowed forth his invective.

He had no quarrel with marriage as an institution.

It was most useful and salutary--apparently because it provided him, Jaffery, with comfortable conditions wherein to exist.

The multitude of harmless, necessary males (like myself) were doomed to it.
But there was a race of Chosen Ones, to which he belonged, whose untamable and omni-concupiscent essence kept them outside the dull conjugal pale.

For such as him, nineteen hundred women at once, scattered within the regions of the seven circumferential seas.