The unfair sex

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nina Farewell is a pseudonym, but we are permitted to quote from a letter she wrote us. '
"I do not wish to appear immodest, yet I must confess that I am terribly attractive. My complexion is flawless from head to toe, my hair is soft and wavy and delicately perfumed, and my teeth are—to borrow a simile—like pearls. My eyes defy description. The eyelashes alone have, like a magnet, drawn men to me across a crowded room. My nose is adorable. My curves are intelligently distributed. And even the most unassuming man leels quite masculine when I place my little foot beside his.
"I am neither so tall nor so short as to make any escort uncomfortable. 1 am elegant enough to intrigue the most vulgar of men, vulgar enough to enchant the most cultured, and never have I embarrassed any man by knowing as much as he did about anything. Friendly and gay, I am equally appreciated by small boys and truck drivers, tradesmen, salesmen, mesomorphs, endomorphs, ectomorphs, artists... Tovább

Fülszöveg

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nina Farewell is a pseudonym, but we are permitted to quote from a letter she wrote us. '
"I do not wish to appear immodest, yet I must confess that I am terribly attractive. My complexion is flawless from head to toe, my hair is soft and wavy and delicately perfumed, and my teeth are—to borrow a simile—like pearls. My eyes defy description. The eyelashes alone have, like a magnet, drawn men to me across a crowded room. My nose is adorable. My curves are intelligently distributed. And even the most unassuming man leels quite masculine when I place my little foot beside his.
"I am neither so tall nor so short as to make any escort uncomfortable. 1 am elegant enough to intrigue the most vulgar of men, vulgar enough to enchant the most cultured, and never have I embarrassed any man by knowing as much as he did about anything. Friendly and gay, I am equally appreciated by small boys and truck drivers, tradesmen, salesmen, mesomorphs, endomorphs, ectomorphs, artists and playboys.
"I detest work and can only write when 1 am lulled into the feeling that 1 am indulging in idle pastime. I insist upon absolute quiet and solitude. Wearing a diaphanous negligee, or lounging pajamas, 1 recline on a chaise longue as I write—using a plumed pen and pink perfumed paper. Before me is a large mirror, as I like never to lose my identity. Believing that a tired body makes a tired mind, which in turn produces dull reading, I never allow my workday to exceed two hours. 1 get to work immediately after rising, and write steadily from two to four p.m. I am then free for cocktails at five." Vissza