minds him that "the laborer is worthy of his hire," Marlow reflects:
             It's queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there had never been anything like it, and never can be. It is too beautiful all together, and if they were to set it up it would go to pieces before the first sunset (28).
             Comments such as this are made throughout the novel by Marlow with regards to his Aunt, who is a stereotypical woman of the era. She bids farewell to Marlow at the pier with a reminder "to wear flannel, be sure to write often, and so on (29)."
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