Robert Jordan Quote

Women, Mat declared as he rode Pips down the dusty, little-used road, are like mules. He frowned. Wait. No. Goats. Women are like goats. Except every flaming one thinks she's a horse instead, and a prize racing mare to boot. Do you understand me, Talmanes?Pure poetry, Mat, Talmanes said, tamping the tabac down into his pipe.

Robert Jordan

Women, Mat declared as he rode Pips down the dusty, little-used road, are like mules. He frowned. Wait. No. Goats. Women are like goats. Except every flaming one thinks she's a horse instead, and a prize racing mare to boot. Do you understand me, Talmanes?Pure poetry, Mat, Talmanes said, tamping the tabac down into his pipe.

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