The first ballet is a violin concerto. It's danced on point. Women are in leotards and tights. The men are in tights and shirts.

Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is.

Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages

The family is the nucleus of civilization.

Who misses, or who wins the prize?
Go, lose and conquer as you can:
But if you fail, or if you rise,
Be each, pray God, a gentleman.