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I wonder why.
She is always be-guide-philosopher-and-friending me. I resent
it. A man of forty does not need the counsels of an elderly woman
destitute of intellect. I believe there are some women who are
firmly convinced that their sheer sex has imbued them with all
the qualities of genius. To-day my aunt tackled me on the
subject of marriage. I ought to marry. I asked why. It
appeared it was every man's duty.
"From what point of view?" I asked. "The mere propagation of the
human race, or the providing of a superfluous young woman with a
means of livelihood? If it is the former, then, in my opinion,
there are too many people in the world already; and if the
latter, I'm afraid I'm not sufficiently altruistic."
"You are so _funny!_" laughed my aunt.
I was not aware of being the least bit funny.
"But, seriously," she continued, "you _must_ marry." She is a
woman who has an irritating way of speaking in Italics. "Are you
aware that if you have no son the title will become extinct?"
"And if it does," I cried, "who on this earth will care a
half-penny-bun?"
I am growing tired of the title.


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