Excerpt from Personal Prejudices She began with the familiar phrase, Do you love me, dear? And I promptly re plied, Not if it 's upstairs. Then followed the usual process of persuasion on her part and clumsy, futile effort to escape on my part. From the first gentle phrase until my complete acknowledgement of defeat, there was not the shadow of a doubt about the result. I would do what I was told to do, and do it with a cheerful countenance. The attack (after that gentle Opening phrase) began something like this: I have alwaysadmired the way you work on the train; I think your ability to concentrate in such a place is marvellous. It seems absurd, but you know how it is; this indelicate flattery made me feel that my fine qualities were really appreciated, and although this sim ple little method had been applied over and over again, it was just as effective as if it were brand-new. Well, it is no use going on and explaining this familiar process; it is, I fancy, not unfamiliar to the male readers of this book, and it explains why I am writing this preface. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.