" He took her pulse; her flesh was cold. She seemed entirely too relaxed, relaxed to an extraordinary degree, as if drugged. Peering into her eyes, he was reminded of an Oriental belief that women have no souls. Discouraged by this idea, which sprang from racial memories he at times attempted to suppress in himself, the doctor packed up his bag and perched beside her, with his prescription pad..."
One of my favourite songs from back in the day. I post only as I hear several people at the moment are obsessed with women. Call it a friendly warning...
