moon_custafer | Spam du Jour....

At last some good spam -- I'd just been thinking that the writing quality of spam had dropped in the past few years, but today this crossed my screen:

H your experience, too! Mrs. Tremaine. I know my own weakness now. But I am going away, Constance--going away out of your lives for ever. If I have sinned, I can expiate. Mrs. Denham. Expiate! A fine word, with which we drug our consciences. You have treated me basely, cruelly, treacherously, and you _will expiate_! A common thief can at least make restitution. Can you do that? You are going away, taking my husband's heart with you. Can you give me that back? I would rather you had stabbed me--killed me with one merciful stroke. Mrs. Tremaine. No, I am taking nothing with me--nothing but my own folly. I have been the toy of your husband's imagination, that is all. To him this has been nothing more than a passing flirtation. Mrs. Denham. You love him, and he loves you. Don't palter with the truth. (_Crosses_ L.) Mrs. Tremaine. Yes, I love him; but he does _not_ love me. If either of us have cause for jealousy, it is not you. Mrs. Denham. (_laughing bitterly_) You jealous of me? You dare to say this? (_Moves towards door._) Denham. For God's sake, Constance, don't let us lose our heads! Let us be just to each other. This was our fate. Call it our fault, if you will. We have been in the grip of a strong temptation; but we have given each other up. (_Mrs. Tremaine puts on her hat, cloak, and gloves._) Mrs. Denham. (_coming back_ C) Given each other up! Do you think you can satisfy _me_ with such phrases? I am to be your faithful wife, I suppose; content with whatever poor shreds of affection you choose to dole out to me, while all your thoughts are with another woman. It would have been more straightforward, (_with withering contempt_) I won't say more _manly_, to have told me plainly: "I cannot love you, therefore I must leave you." But this intrigue behind my back is despicable--despicable! Denham. (_pacing about angrily_) Intrigue! Yes, of course. You always knew the value of an ugly word.