When by some chance the Martin house is empty of its men for a short while, the women in it—woman and child—are smitten with their own kind of lonesome understanding, and look at each other with feminine knowledge, in that smart and swift understanding glance that communicates all the depthless womanish comprehension there is in the world, and sometimes too they look at each other with feminine glee.
And the men rage on in loneliness.
-Kerouac, The Town and the City
