Besides, he had a rooted contempt for women and especially for their brains.

He said once, of some one: "he is like a woman, sure to remember the trivial and forget the important." It was this disdain of the sex which led him, later, to take up our whole dispute again.
"I have been thinking over our argument in the train," he began; "really it was preposterous of me to let you off with a drawn battle; you should have been beaten and forced to haul down your flag.

We talked of love and I let you place the girl against the boy: it is all nonsense.

A girl is not made for love; she is not even a good instrument of love." "Some of us care more for the person than the pleasure," I replied, "and others--.

You remember Browning: Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe." "Yes, yes," he replied impatiently, "but that's not the point.