“Saints, grant me patience—why am I shackled to such an overemotional female?” “I love you so, Thomas. Why, why can’t you love me?” A groan, fraught with impatience. “I love you well enough, wife, though your hysterics do make it a challenge.” “Why must it be so?” Mama keened. “Why am I not enough for you?” “Because, my dear, I am a man. May I have some peace in my library now, please.”
