" (…)
We women have a curious fantasy
In such affairs, or so it seems to me.
When somethings’s difficult, or can’t be had,
We crave and cry for it all day like mad.
Forbid a thing, we pine for it all night,
Press fast upon us and we take to flight;
We use disdain in offering our wares.
A throng of buyers sends prices up at fairs,
Cheap goods have little value, they suppose;
And that’s a thing that every woman knows.
(…) "
Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.
