If one's a man, the only confidences one gets are from young women about their love affairs.
But the lives of women of forty, of unmarried women, of working women, of women who keep shops and bring up children, of women like your aunts or Mrs.Thornbury or Miss Allan--one knows nothing whatever about them.
They won't tell you.

Either they're afraid, or they've got a way of treating men.

It's the man's view that's represented, you see.

Think of a railway train: fifteen carriages for men who want to smoke.

Doesn't it make your blood boil?
If I were a woman I'd blow some one's brains out.