" „You know women,“ confided the fruitseller, „they love little cats... they always love the helpless things. But when it comes to men, you know, they'll want them cruel.“
The youth stranger smiled thinly.
„Am I right?“ laughed the man, slapping the youth on the back and reentering his store with the kitten, chuckling to himself.
„Maybe so,“ mumbled the youth to himself. „How the hell should I know? "

― Jack Kerouac , The Sea is My Brother