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02/04/2006: "(1/7): "The check's in the mail." (2/4): "Yu'll [sic] get the money, I promise.""
"Let man fear woman when she loves: then she makes any sacrifice, and everything else she considers worthless.
"Let man fear woman when she hates: for at the bottom of his soul man is merely angry; woman, however, is downright mean.
"Whom does woman hate the most? — Thus said the iron to the magnet: 'I hate you the most, because you attract me but are not strong enough to draw me to you.'
"The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills.
"'Behold, just now the world has become perfect!' — thus thinks every woman when she obeys out of complete love.
"And woman must obey and find a depth for her surface. Surface is woman’s nature, a mobile, stormy film on shallow water.
"Man’s nature, however, is deep: his torrent roars in subterranean caves; woman senses his strength but can make no sense of it. —
"Then the little old lady replied to me: 'Many charming things Zarathustra has said, especially for those who are young enough for them. It is strange: Zarathustra knows little about women, and yet he is right about them! Is that because nothing is impossible with woman? And now accept a little truth by way of thanks! I am old enough for it, anyway! Bundle it up and keep its mouth shut: otherwise it will cry loudly, this little truth.'
“'Give me, woman, your little truth!' I said. And thus spake the little old lady:
“'You go to women? Do not forget the whip!'—
"Thus spake Zarathustra."
[Ed.: She did actually come through with the money, only a month late and $100 short. It's perhaps the first promise she has kept in the past few months.]
