A man should not let his wife work and certainly should not be a “mister mom.”

I don't give a fuck.

[…] to shun the way, and for an easefull life gathers together to make up a hill a mountain, which in the end turns to a Quagmire, which they that comes into, their feet doth flick fast, which is made up of beastical lust, earth, and of powerish ayre.

The long, skewerlike dagger flashed and fell. The dealer struggled like a hen, striking his temple on the shelf, and then tumbled on the floor in a heap.