Whenever at an accusation blind rage burns up within us the reason is that some arrow has pierced the joints of our harness. Behind our shining armour of righteous indignation lurks a convicted and only half-repentant sinner ... [and] we may be almost sure some sharp and bitter grain of truth lurks within it and the wound is best probed.
~ Jane Harrison
Marriage, for a woman at least, hampers the two things that made life to me glorious - friendship and learning.
