Women: i liked the color of their clothing; the ay they alked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. The had it over us: they planned much better and ere better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding whether to accepts us, discard us, exhancge us, kill us or wheter simply to leave us. In the end it hardy mattered; no matter what they did, we ended up lonely and insane.

Autor: Charles Bukowski