"I rage. I melt. I burn." In these smoldering terms, Germaine Greer, the muliebral but mildly misogamist priestess of Women's Lib, announced in London's Sunday Times that she had fallen in love with an unidentified male. Elaborating on her feelings, she continued: "I also simper and maunder. I am no better than an imbecile. I have collapsed into gaping idiocy. Give me excess of it, that the appetite may sicken and so die. I am treacherous to my own sex." -
In Rome, 2,000 happy hairdressers gathered for an audience with Pope Paul VI heard...
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