'woman
you are a machine
and reproduce the most valueable commodity'
shall we scoff at this and rend our
robes?
for women are propense to noblest of noble
when they will
that is the materialist, the romantic,
the realist?
but we men, certainly need with us
all these machines.
and all men are gems, whatever, whenever.
the Individual shines so many times in
men.
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