Oh, why did nobody warn me?" cried Grimes in agony. "I should have been told. They should have told me in so many words. They should have warned me about Flossie, not about the fires of hell. I've risked them, and I don't mind risking them again, but they should have told me about marriage. They should have told me that at the end of that gay journey and flower-strewn path were the hideous lights of home and the voices of children.

My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.

Of children as of procreation-the pleasure momentary, the posture ridiculous, the expense damnable.

My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.

Of children as of procreation -- the pleasure momentary, the posture ridiculous, the expense damnable