What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, Is much more common where the climate’s sultry.
Infidelity reproves nothing that is bad. It only ridicules and denounces all that is good. It tears down, but never builds up; destroys, but never imparts life; attacks religion, but offers no adequate substitute.
People who are so dreadfully “devoted” to their wives are so apt, from mere habit, to get devoted to other people’s wives as well.
Physical infidelity is the signal, the notice given, that all fidelities are undermined.
Now, this matter is between me, the two people I love most – my wife and our daughter – and our God… Our country has been distracted by this matter for too long, and I take my responsibility for my part in all of this. That is all I can do. Now it is time […]
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to’t, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight. (King Lear)
It is the fear of middle-age in the young, of old-age in the middle-aged, which is the prime cause of infidelity, that infallible rejuvenator.
When daisies pied, and Violets blew, And Cuckow-buds of yellow hew: And Ladie-smockes all sliveer white, Do paint the Medowes with delight. The Cuckow then on everie tree, Mockes married men, for thus sings he, Cuckow, Cuckow, Cockow, O word of feare, Unpleasing to a married eare. (Love’s Labour’s Lost)
In modern usage a cuckold is the husband of an unfaithful wife – a far nastier and more humiliating state, apparently than being the wife of a philanderer, for which in fact no word exists.
Now people don’t have affairs, they change partners and everybody has to admit to everything and talk about their emotions and the sex part of it is much less than it was. They tell the children at great length and say they love them most of all, which is a lie, obviously. It’s the most […]