Dorothy Parker, Big Blonde

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Wedded and relaxed, she poured her tears freely. To her who had laughed so much, crying was delicious. All sorrows became her sorrows; she was Tenderness. She would cry long and softly over newspaper accounts of kidnapped babies, deserted wives, unemployed men, strayed cats, heroic dogs. Even when the paper was no longer before her, her mind revolved upon these things and the drops slipped rhythmically over her plump cheeks.
"Honestly," she would say to Herbie, "all the sadness there is in the world when you stop to think about it!"
"yeah," Herbie would say.