A man would never get the notion of writing a book on the peculiar situation of the human male.
Simone de BeauvoirFew tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day. The housewife wears herself out marking time: she makes nothing, simply perpetuates the present โฆ Eating, sleeping, cleaning โ the years no longer rise up towards heaven, they lie spread out ahead, grey and identical. The battle against dust and dirt is never won.
Simone de BeauvoirEvery time a man dies, a child dies too, and an adolescent and a young man as well; everyone weeps for the one who was dear to him.
Simone de Beauvoir