She Said Nothing, And Sir Andrew, Too,

Your Mock Saint Who Stands In A Niche Is Not A Woman If She Have Not Suffered, Still Less A Woman If She Have Not Sinned. Fall At The Feet Of Your Idol As You Wish, But Drag Her Down To Your Level After That -- The Only Level She Should Ever Reach, That Of Your Heart.

Sink Me! Your Taylors Have Betrayed You! T'wood Serve You Better To Send Them To Madam Guillotine

She Said Nothing, And Sir Andrew, Too, Was Silent, Yet Those Two Young People Understood One Another, As Young People Have A Way Of Doing All The World Over, And Have Done Since The World Began.

Thus Human Beings Judge Of One Another, Superficially, Casually, Throwing Contempt On One Another, With But Little Reason, And No Charity.

We Must Prove To The World That We Are All Nincompoops