-John was In the camp, sitting by the campfire, drunk- ”listen to me. Don’t none of you never go do something stupid and get yourself a women. You hear me? And if you got one, get rid of ‘em, it’s you or them. They will slowly grind you down to dust with the nagging, and the complaints. You will die the most painful death, the slow realization that you would rather be dead then have to listen to her for a moment longer. And if you knew you could kill her you would! Trust me on that.”