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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave She thought too that women didn't know what to do with themselves these days which could turn them into harridans. Hardly a female friend she knew wasn't miserable. Either mind dumb with children, or in the married condition married to an earnest toiler, or lonely unmarried in their successful career. - Quote by J.P. Donleavy

She thought too that women didn’t know what to do with themselves these days which could turn them into harridans. Hardly a female friend she knew wasn’t miserable. Either mind dumb with children, or in the married condition married to an earnest toiler, or lonely unmarried in their successful career.

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