Thou speaketh the wisdom of the Artist who Picketh Up, forsooth, if thy quest be mere temporal fleshly pleasure, and thy prey hath not the wit to see through thy vacuous claptrap. But the predatory bedding of a comely wench bereft of self-respect differs from winning the heart of a lifelong partner in wedlock, who art thy equal and possessed of abundant intellectual faculties. These past one score years and three, I have been blessed with a wedded companion of the latter distinction.