"Miss Climpson, you do believe, don't you, that a friendship ought to be fifty-fifty?"
"That is the ideal friendship, I suppose," said Miss Climpson, thoughtfully, "but I think it is a very rare thing. Among women, that is. I doubt very much if I've ever seen an example of it. Men, I believe, find it easier to give and take in that way - probably because they have so many outside interests."
"Men's friendships - oh yes! I know one hears a lot about them. But half the time, I don't believe they're real friendships at all. Men can go off for years and forget all about their friends. And they don't really confide in one another. Mary and I tell each other all our thoughts and feelings. Men seem just content to think each other good sorts without ever bothering about their inmost selves."
(from Unnatural Death, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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