Hah! She took it back. I am maybe no longer deplorable.
She’s a modern-day Lady MacBeth, with her “Out, damned fraction.” Half don’t cut it today.
Pauline had fewer perils.
Oh, while we’re on Lady MacBeth, here’s later in the line: “What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our pow’r to accompt?” Shakespeare never could spell. It’s “account.” OK?
Blithe Spirit 