You know, we should not judge an author by what he writes- for example Mark Twain. Can you imagine him writing ths? More chance that George Bernard Shaw would write a poem declaring his love.
"The idea of your house going to the wanton expense of a flower garden! Aren't you enough? And what do you want to go and discourage the other flowers for? Is that the right spirit? Is it considerate? Is it kind? How do you suppose they feel when you come around looking the way you look? And you so pink and sweet and dainty and lovely and supernatural? Why, it makes them feel embarrassed and artificial, of course; and in my opinion it is just as pathetic as it can be. Now then you want to reform dear and do right. "
But, apparently he wrote it to a nine year girl. Amazing.
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