All men are donkeys, aren't they ?" "For the sake of argument, I agree." "Well--there are two kinds of donkeys.

One kind is meek and mild and will go wherever it is driven.

The other, in order to get along, must always have a bunch of carrots dangling before its eyes.

That's you." "But confound it all!" he cried, "I've lost my carrots--can't you see?
I'll never have any carrots again.

That's the whole damned tragedy." For the first time she smiled--the smile of the woman wiser in certain subtle things than the man.