Michael Malone - Weebly

seconde, / De vouloir se mêler à corriger le monde."
There is no greater folly than the desire to dabble in
reforming the world. And these dogmatic, inarticulate
innocents, handing out flowers one minute, throwing
rocks the next, would no doubt have read that play and
thought the misanthrope was a g.d. tragic hero. Here
she and Ernest had been quite in agreement. The sixties
had been a mistake. A loud, long, deliberate fart in a
public place.
But women had swum out of the sixties. Now the
very mainstream, in the buoyant camaraderie of their
long-suppressed hatred for everyone, had paddled past
Priss. Housewives in Little Rock had memorized
ideological diatribes against their husbands, schoolgirls
campaigned for the ERA, Playgirl magazine was in the
Madder A&P, all the children were in daycare
programs, and there wasn't a bra left to burn. That she
was behind the times was a mortifying realization to
Mrs. Ransom, but she faced the fact squarely after a
catechism by Kate on The Joy of Sex, which their
daughter had given her parents for their thirtieth
anniversary. How often, Kate asked, did she "screw"?