Character: Charles Strickland

- You have to live in an era when women were slaves and men slaveholders, - I said.
I'm just a normal man.

Amazing creatures these women. You can treat them worse than a dog, you can beat them until their arms ache, and they still love you. One of the most ridiculous inventions of Christianity if they have a soul.

- And why, pray tell, are you interested in Blanche Struve?
How do I know? - he said at last. I couldn't stand. It was funny.

But still I like them because there giving you a reason to make a joke.

- Do you ever think about death?
Why? It's not worth it.

I don't think about the past, the value has only an eternal today.

Love is a weakness. But I'm a man and happens to want a woman. Having satisfied the passion, I'm already thinking about something else. I can't overcome my desire, but I hate it: it keeps in chains my spirit. I dream of a time when I will not have any desires and I will be able to devote yourself to work. Women do not know how, only love, the love they give God knows what value. They want to convince us that love is important in life. But love is a little. I know lust. It is natural and healthy, and love is a disease. Women exist for my pleasure, but I cannot stand their stupid claims to be assistants, friends, companions.