Men are all right for friends, but as soon as…

Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what’s sensible and what’s foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.

Sourced, My Antonia
(1918)

Book III, Ch. 4

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