The woman is an animal that needs to be tamed, taken care of and kept inside the house.
Women ought to be fed properly, clothed appropriately, beautifully even, but kept outside of society. Women must not read anything but religious books, from which to learn piety, and cookbooks. Their sex must not be called “the fair one”, as women cannot truly comprehend arts. Neither for music, nor for poetry, nor for fine art have they any real or true sense and susceptibility, and it is mere mockery on their part, in their desire to please, if they affect any such thing. Aesthetically speaking, women are unaesthetic.
(fragments from Arthur Schopenhauer’s On Women)
J:What do you want to buy?
J: Revenge, okay. Who?
E: Danglars, Villefort… Fernand and Mercedes…
J: Right, we kill these people, then we spend the treasure.
E: No, we will study them, learn their weaknesses…
J: Why not just kill them? I’ll do it. I’ll run up to Paris – bam, bam, bam, bam! I’m back before week’s end!
(Count of Monte Cristo, 2002)
Was genuinely surprised by both.