From one of Alan Moore’s many works
Why do men do the things they do? We are so weak and cowardly…Perhaps women are right to despise us. In love, we behave like children, lost in the dark. We close our eyes when we kiss, afraid lest we should glimpse the awful truth…That we are not loved, that the object of our affection is cold and unfaithful…Why? Why do we never see the treachery in their eyes……Until it is staring us right in the face?
I understood everything.