Is it not strange?
I love Wordsworth best, and yet Byron has the greater power over me.

How is that ?" ("Because," Sir Austin wrote beside the query in pencil, "women are cowards, and succumb to Irony and Passion, rather than yield their hearts to Excellence and Nature's Inspiration.") The letter pursued: "I have finished Boiardo and have taken up Berni.

The latter offends me.

I suppose we women do not really care for humour.

You are right in saying we have none ourselves, and 'cackle' instead of laugh.