Grown men have been seen fleeing after reading the menu posted outside.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We were suddenly faced with the necessity of training a lot of young men in the art of navigation.
The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion.
The scariness of manhood to males may be symbolically seen in the many stories of indigenous Australian boys who ran away and hid in the bush as the time of initiation approached.
I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.
Very few men can fall as far as I have and come back. People see me and it's like they've seen a ghost, like I'm back from the dead.
My hunch is that probably men are doing more both outside the home and inside the home.
Four men are missing; R., Sorel and two emigrants. They set out this morning after buffalo, and have not yet made their appearance; whether killed or lost, we cannot tell.
White middle- and upper-class men have a longer journey to go than many people.
Bloody men are like bloody buses - you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three others appear.
The establishment is made up of little men, very frightened.