“My aunt was a lady of large frame, strong mind, and
great resolution; she was what might be termed a very manly woman. My uncle was
a thin, puny little man, very meek and acquiescent, and no match for my aunt.
It was observed that he dwindled and dwindled gradually away, from the day of
his marriage. His wife’s powerful mind was too much for him; it wore him out.
My aunt, however, took all possible care of him, had half the doctors in town
to prescribe for him, made him take all their prescriptions, willy nilly, and
dosed him with physic enough to cure a whole hospital. All was in vain. My
uncle grew worse and worse the more dosing and nursing he underwent, until in
the end he added another to the long list of matrimonial victims, who have been
killed with kindness.” — American fiction writer, biographer and diplomat Washington
Irving (1783-1859), “The Adventure of My Aunt,” in The Complete Tales of Washington Irving, edited by Charles Neider (1975)
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