You are the finest woman in Kentucky; but still you haven't sense to know that you don't understand
business;--women never do, and never can.
Look here, fool and dolt (for so I may call you, when you don't understand
my words, and run away from good fortune), if I had said that my daughter was to throw herself down from a tower, or go roaming the world, as the Infanta Dona Urraca wanted to do, you would be right in not giving way to my will; but if in an instant, in less than the twinkling of an eye, I put the 'Don' and 'my lady' on her back, and take her out of the stubble, and place her under a canopy, on a dais, and on a couch, with more velvet cushions than all the Almohades of Morocco ever had in their family, why won't you consent and fall in with my wishes?
You're an idiot, and you don't understand
anything, and then I started to draw her this map of like our ascent in rock from Goldie and the Gingerbreads to Isis to Fanny to Suzi Quatro, and to tell her, you know, this is a forty-year-old art form, and you don't understand
it for shit.