Changes: A Love Story

Love? Love? Love is not safe, my lady silk, love is dangerous. It is deceitfully sweet like wine from a fresh palm tree at dawn. Love is fine for singing about and love songs are good to listen to, sometimes even to dance to. But when we need to count on human strength, and when we have to count pennies for food for our stomachs and clothes for our backs, love is nothing. Ah my lady, the last man any woman should think of marrying is the man she loves.

My lady Silk, remember that a man always gains in stature any way he chooses to associate with a woman - including adultery...but in her association with a man, a woman is always in danger of being diminished.

You know perfectly well that if ever you really want to, you can come back to me," he said without the slightest trace of irony and cynicism, and left.

Guilt is born in the same hour with pleasure, like anything in this universe and its enemy.

Our people have said that for any marriage to work, one party has to be a fool