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With women, love is a river, ever-flowing, from the brook in girlhood,
(4) to the estuary of womanhood. Like a river, too,

Woman's love is fed by all the streams it meets. On the other hand,

With man, love is a geyser.

(4) Standing with reluctant feet
Where the brook and river meet.
- Longfellow, "Maidenhood"

* * *

The languishing lover has gone out of date; he has been replaced by the
diverting one. And the change is significant of much:
The early nineteenth-century maid pretended to ignorance; the early
twentieth-century maid to omniscience.

The early nineteenth-century suitor protested; but

The early twentieth-century suitor has to contest. In the one case,

The woman tacitly acknowledges an inequality. In the other case,

The man has to openly to recognize his equal. Nevertheless,

The fundamental relationship between the sexes do not materially vary
from century to century, much as conventional manners and customs may.
For, after all,

Always what a man seeks in a woman is: love. And

In all love there is something perfectly and Paradisiacally pristine.

Would the most emancipated woman have love otherwise? At all events,

Perhaps the most womanly position a woman can occupy is: with her head on
her lover's heart. At this the strong-minded may scoff. They may.
* * *

The obsession of the male heart by one woman ousts from it all other
women. Thus,

The accepted young man regards all women but the one as he would regard
fashion-plates. To the young woman men continue to be men. That is to
say,

A man dives headlong into love. A woman paddles into it. And the
woman's hesitation at the brink of the stream exasperates the spluttering
man. In short,

A man's heart is captured wholly and at a stroke. A woman's heart
surrenders itself piecemeal.

Whereas, with a man, a trivial passion is usually an affair more of the
senses or of the imagination than of the heart; with a woman every
passions is an affair of the heart.

A man, when first he is in love, is absorbed in the contemplation of the
object of his love. A woman is similarly situated is capable of making
comparisons.

It gives to woman's curiosity a curious pleasure to compare the methods
of men's proposals.

In love, a woman is generally cool enough to calculate pros and cons; a
man, in similar plight, is incapable of anything but folly.

* * *

It is a feminine motto that a woman needs to be taught how to love.
Perhaps she does; but most men will think one private tutor ought to
suffice, and that tutor ought to be he. At all events,

The last schoolmaster would be apt to regard with somewhat mixed feelings
the tuition of previous crammers.

Why go to the trouble of explaining away a first love, if the second is
no whit its inferior? Unless it be to overcome.

What a second love chiefly deplores is: that it was not he (or she) who
first taught his (or her) loved one to love. Is it not true also that

It is the first love that amazes, that beautifies, that consecrates?

(An illicit love beautifies and consecrates nothing:

A Maud leaves the daisies rosy; not so Faustine.)

Many a woman has given her heart to one lover and herself to another.
The first is always won; the second is sometimes extorted. Yet,

It is wonderful how a woman will contrive to make all her lovers believe
they are winners.

* * *

It often gives a lady a pleasure to give her lover a pang.

* * *

Not many but have tasted the bitterness of the conflict between the
desire of the flesh and the resentment of the spirit. Explain these terms
who may.

* * *

To attempt by erring to cure an erring lover, is to administer, not an
antidote, but an adjuvant. It works poison in the blood.
When (and if) in a tortuous love, a man arrives at a 'Don't give a damn'
stage, he is not to be classed with the animals known as docile. And as
to a woman. . . . . . . but polite language has its limits.

* * *

Many a man has be exasperated, not only by the audacity of his rival, but
by the equanimity with which his lady-love views that audacity. He
forgets that, as a rule,

Feminine complaisance varies directly as masculine audacity. And yet,
often enough, as a simple matter of fact, 118 Masculine diffidence is
vastly more potent than masculine audacity. And further,

Rarely need the complaisance that audacity evokes perturb the diffident
man; since

Rarely need the complaisance that audacity evokes perturb the diffident
man; since

The true woman may give her fingertips to the gallant; she gives herself
to the worshiper. The pity o' it is that

The worshiper cannot away with the complaisance that permits a woman to
give even her finger-tips to the gallant. And

Few are the women who have plumbed the silent and sensitive depths of the
diffidence of her devotee. The worst of it is,

The devotee essays two things: he would apotheosize the object of his
adoration and place her as a constellation among the stars; yet he would
have her at the same time terrestrial and tangible. When the woman shows
herself terrestrial and tangible to others than he, the faith of the
devotee is shaken. In fine,

Every lover attempts that impossible task: the realization of the
heavenly ideal. Perhaps

It is in aphelion that the corona appears most splendid;

Were perihelion to result is coalescence, perhaps the photosphere would
be proved composed of terrestrial vapors. And if it did (as no doubt it
would), would it be at all bedimmed? For, to the devout astrologer

Nothing, nothing will ever destroy beauty - and therefore wonder. So,

Bodily beauty, where Love is priestess, is a daedal spur to the loftiest
worship.

The lover is ever worshipful. And

Where is worship, nothing can be profane. So

In love there is nor taint nor stain. Therefore,

Make, O youthful lover, the best and most of youth and love: never will
either recur.

* * *




VI. On Making Love

"Mille modi Veneris"
- Ovid


There are as many ways of making love as there are of making soup. And
probably

There are as many kinds of love as there are of flavors. And

Palates - both sentimental and physical - evidently differ widely. And
yet,

If you would know the secret of success with women, it is said in a word:
Ardor. And

Would ye, O women, know in a word the secret of success with men? It lies
in: Responsiveness.

* * *

In matters amatory - or rather pre-amatory - feminine tactics are
infallible and consummate:

Let no man think to cope with feminine strategy.

* * *

A rake has more chance than a ninny. - Which doubtless has been said
before.

* * *

In love, as in all things, indecision spells ruination. For

There is a curious antagonism between the sexes. They are in a manner
foes, not friends. The successful wooer is the captor, the raptor; the
bride is the capture, the rapture. (1) And

Even she who is minded to be caught will not spare her huntsman the ardor
of the chase, and lightly esteems him who imagines she is to be lightly
won.

In the chess-like game of love-making, no woman plays for check-mate: the
game interests her too much to bring it to a finish. What pleases her
most is stale-mate, where, though the King cannot be captured, the
captress can maneuver without end.

A man imagines he wins by strenuous assault. The woman knows the victory
was due to surrender.

(1) Etymologically as well as metaphorically - and veritably.

* * *

Wouldst thou ask ought of a woman? Question her eyes: they are vastly
more voluble than her tongue. Indeed,

There is no question too subtle, too delicate, too recondite, or too
rash, for human eyes to ask or answer. And

He who has not learned the language of the eyes, has yet to learn the
alphabet of love. Besides,

Love speaks two languages: one with the lips; the other with the eyes.
(There is really a third; but this is Pentecostal.) At all events,

Lovers always talk in a cryptic tongue.

There is but one universal language: the ocular - not Volapuk nor
Esperanto is as intelligible or as efficacious as this.

* * *

No woman can be coerced into love, - though she may be coerced into
marriage. And

Man, the clumsy wielder of one blunt weapon, often enough stands agape at
his own powerlessness before the invulnerable woman of his desire.
Indeed,

The battle between the coquettish maid and determined man is like the
battle between the Retiarius and the Mirmillio. The coquetry ensnares
the man as with a net against which his sword is useless.

* * *

A woman's emotions are as practical as a man's reason.

A man's emotions are never practical. This is why,

In the emotional matter of love, men and women so often lash. And perhaps

It is a beneficial thing for the race that a woman's emotions are
practical. For

If neither the man nor the woman curbed the mettlesome Pegasus "Emotion",
methinks the colts and fillies would want for hay and oats.
* * *

It is a moot question which is the more fatally fascinating: the
uniformed nurse or the weeded widow. But

Who has yet discovered the secret springs of fascination? For example,

How is it that certain eyes and lips will enthrall, while others leave us
cold and inert?

Does the potency lie in the eyes and the lips, or is there some
inscrutable and psychic power? At all events, who will explain how it is
that

A man will sometimes forsake the most beautiful of wives and a woman will
forsake the kindest of husbands to follow recklessly one who admits no
comparison with the one forsaken? All we can say is that

The potency of personality exceeds the potency of beauty. For,
Powerful as is physical charm, it counts not for all in the matter of
love. Yet what it may be that does count, and how and why it does count,
no man living shall say. For

Is even love aware of all its seeks? And

Is it given to any to grant all that love beseeches? And yet

Were all love sought bestowed, what sequel?

Perhaps 't were well to leave love but semi-satisfied. At bottom the
real question is this: What will win and keep me another heart? But

How to win and keep another heart, that is a thing has to be found out
for oneself - if it be discoverable. And always by the experimental
method. Since

In matters amatory, there is no a priori reasoning possible. All we know
is that

There is nothing more potent than passion. And

The chasm, which seems to innocence to yawn between virtue and frailty,
is leapt by that Pegasus, Passion, at a bound - but he blinds his rider
in the feat.

* * *

In spite of the poesy of love, deeds are more potent than words;
- though perhaps it is well to pave the way for the one by the other.

In spite, too of the piety of love, love laughs at promises - that is,
the promises that affect it.

* * *

There is one miracle that women can always perform, and always it
astonishes the man; it is this: to change from the recipient into the
appellant. That is to say,

When woman, usually regarded as the receiver, becomes the giver, - or
rather the demander, - man's wonderment surpasses words. And let it be
remembered that

There is no re-crossing this Rubicon.

* * *

Mistrust a prolonged and obdurate resistance. Either you are
out-classed, or you are out-experienced. And, besides,

Surrender after prolonged resistance rarely is brought about by emotion.


* * *

A woman never really quite detests daring. This is why
Much is a forgiving a daring man. So, too,

Much is forgiven a pretty woman –by the men.

* * *

If the beginning of strife is as when one letteth out water, the
beginning of love is as when one kindleth a fire.

* * *

The eye tells more than the tongue. And

If the eye and the tongue contradict each other, believe the eye.

* * *

There is an indifference that attracts, and there is an indifference that
repels. He is a sagacious man, and she is a sagacious woman, who will
differentiate them. The question resolves itself into that which so
often puzzles the angler, - how much line to let out. About one thing
there need be no hesitation,

When your fish is within reach, be quick with the landing-net - or even
with the gaff.

* * *

In the matter of wooing, soon enough does the young girl learn to prefer
the mature manners of the man of the world to the gaucheries of
inexperienced youth. As to the man!

How curious the things that appeal to this lord of creation, Man! - a
half-averted face - a laughing gesture - a merry eye - an all but
imperceptible tone of the voice - the scarce felt touch of a reluctant
hand - a semi-tender phrase - an unexpected glance - the momentary
pressure of petulant lips - a blanched cheek - a look prolonged one
fractional part of a second beyond its wont - an infinitesimal drooping
of the eyelid - a speaking silence - a half-caught sigh - these will
entrap the male brute where green widths that were never dried will not
hold him. But

By what men are won, most women seem thoroughly to comprehend.

By what women are won, few men know. Perhaps

No woman knows by what she herself is won.

One thing there is, at all events, to which woman will always succumb:
tenderness. But remember, Dames, that

Tenderness is extremely difficult of simulation. Or rather,

Tenderness is so delicate and deep-seated a feeling, that few care to
attempt its simulation.

* * *

A woman who gives herself too freely is apt to regret the giving. In
time, too, she discovers that, as a matter of fact,

No woman can give her real self twice: one or other gift will prove to be
a loan. (And

It is always and only the first recipient that causes a woman's heart to
flutter, and often it flutters long.) 144

A second gift is generally a mortgage - if it is not a sale.

A mortgage is difficult to bind. For

There is a statute of limitations in love as there is in law. Nor is the
former to be set aside by bond.

That pair is in a parlous state when either party discovers that the
title was not properly searched. Since

Everybody expects a fee simple, - though few deserve it, God wot!

* * *

Perhaps the most durable conquest is the incomplete one. Which sounds
illogical. But it is well to remember that

Repletion seems to cause, in the man, temporary indifference; while

Repletion causes, in the woman, enduring content. And in this we can
detect a significant distinction between the sexes: namely the fact that

A single goal satisfies most women;

No single goal ever yet satisfied the restless spirit of man.

* * *

What gives keenest joy is the evocation of latent passion. For
Each takes pleasure in believing that he or she alone can evoke this
passion. Accordingly,

The premature confession of passion, and the confession of premature
passion, both rankle in the breast - and, probably, in the breast of both
penitent and confessor.

* * *

What intensity of feeling a woman can throw into the enunciation of a
Christian name! There is perhaps no better clue to possession that this.
For, probably,

Not until a man's Christian mane is ecstatically uttered is a woman
wholly his.
* * *

Men and women content with the different weapons. This is why
Men are rarely intrepid in the presence of women; but women rarely stand
in awe of men. - Nothing differentiates the sexes more than this; but
the psychological reason is difficult to discover. Perhaps,

The making of love is a sort of duel, the conditions of which are that
the man shall doff all his armor and the woman may don all hers. Indeed,

The battle of love-making would be an unequal combat, even were both
contestants fully panoplied; for,

A woman's derision will pierce any mail. In fact,

No armor is impervious to woman's shafts - be they those of laughter or
be they those of love. So

The veriest roué' is vulnerable to the veriest maid. But

For each man she meets, a woman carries in her quiver but one shaft. If
that misses its aim, she is powerless: it is like a dart without a thong;
when thrown, the man can close. But

Always it devolves upon the man to take the initiative. But, again,

Always the man must pretend that he takes no initiative. But, again,

Always the woman must pretend that she gives no opportunity.

The game of love is not only one of chance but one of skill.
What irks man is that a woman pretends that she must be circumvented by
wiles. But

Man was ever a clumsy wooer. Nevertheless,

It is only the man who thinks he is too venturesome. Since

The iciest woman sometimes thaws. And

The austerer a woman, the sweeter her surrender. And, again,
A woman is never sweeter than in surrender. Accordingly,

"De l'audace, et encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace"(2) should
be the motto of every wooer. Since

Audacity if beloved of women; but it must be an audacity born of
Sincerity and educated b y Discretion. At all events

Beware timidity, - it is fatal.

(2) Danton

* * *

With women, nothing is more conquering than conquest; nothing so
irresistible as resistance. On the other hand,

Resistance on the part of the woman is an effort put forth for the
purpose of defeating its own object.

* * *

A man prizes only what he has fought for. No one knows this better than
a woman. This is why

A woman's capitulation she always makes to appear as a capture. And

Where there are no defense works, a woman will erect them.

Foolish that man who does not storm entrenchments. For

Resistance on the part of a woman is a wall which a man is expected to
leap. His agility is the measure of her approbation.

* * *

Arouse a woman's interest, and you arouse much. But
Having failed, disappear. Yet

It takes very many futile attempts to make a failure. At the same time,

Importunity is an inferior weapon.

* * *

A conditional surrender is no surrender. But

A woman's surrender is in reality a desertion, a going over to the enemy.
Thenceforward she is an ally. Indeed

A woman's capitulation is her conquest.

* * *

Let no amount of simulated austerity deter you. The marble Galatea came
to life at the prayer of a man.

* * *

The number of modes in which a woman can say 'Yes' has not, up to the
present, be accurately enumerated; but perhaps the one most frequently in
use is the negative imperative. And

Many are the men who have puzzled long and painfully over the motives of
a woman's 'No.' Yet in nine cases out of ten a woman says 'No' merely
because she feels herself on the brink of saying 'Yes'. In other words,

It is often mistrust of herself that leads many a woman to refuse it will
the lips the consent that is fluttering at her heart. Perhaps that is
why

With woman 'Yea' and 'Nay' are meaningless and interchangeable terms.

* * *

'Ware a show of excessive feeling. It is proof, either that it is
shallow and evanescent, or that it is put on. At all events
Excessive feeling is rarely taken seriously. Now

Seriousness adds a spice to gallantry. But, like spice, a little is
ample.

* * *

Many men think it is the woman who has to be persuaded. It is not the
woman; it is her scruples. Besides, "Nemo repente turpissimus - vel
turpissima". Yet

By thirty, scruples are either dormant or dominant.

Both of the callow youth of fifteen and the man of the world of
forty-five swear by the woman of thirty.

* * *

It may seem a paradox, but it is a truism, that, in matters of love, it
is the weaker and the defenseless sex that takes the initiative. In
other words,

The woman makes the opportunity which the man takes. And

An opportunity missed is an opportunity lost. And

The woman is implacable to the man who sees the opportunity and takes it
not. Since

With woman indifference is worse than insult. Wherefore

Never, never disappoint a woman.

* * *

Spontaneous admiration is the sincerest flattery. Those who know this,
affect spontaneity. But it requires much art to conceal this art.

You will oftener err upon the side of ultra-delicacy in a compliment that
upon the side of bare-facedness.

Do not imagine that excessive admiration can give offence. But remember
that

The eye can netter express admiration than can the tongue.

The publicity with which a woman will receive admiration from a
male admirer 144 often is sufficient to astonish that admirer. But

Often enough it is the admiration, not the admirer, that a woman covets.
Indeed,

Many a woman is in love with love (3), but not her lover. But this no
lover can be got to comprehend.

To flatter by deprecating a rival is a complement of extremely doubtful
efficacy.

(3) I seem to remember that somebody before has said something like this
before.

* * *

A woman does not admire too clement a conqueror. She admits the right to
ovation, and to him who waives it she lightly regards.

* * *

Seek no stepping-stones unless you mean to cross:

He who gathers stepping-stones and refrains from crossing is contempted
of women. Indeed,

Every advance of which advantage is not taken, is in reality a retreat.
And remember, too, that though

Sought interviews are sweet, those unsought are sweeter. And

Probably no son of Adam - and for the matter of that, probably no
daughter of Eve - ever quite looks back with remorse upon a semi-innocent
escapade. Yet

The man who thinks he can at any time extract himself from any feminine
entanglement that he may choose to have raveled, is a simpleton.

* * *

The way of man with a maid may have been too wonderful for Agur;
now-a-days the way of a man with a married woman would puzzle a wiser
than he.

What is the attitude to be maintained towards the too complaisant spouse
of an honorable friend? That is a problem will puzzle weak men without
end. Of that fatal and fateful dilemma when a wife or a husband falls
victim to the wiles of another, there are, for the delinquent, two and
only two horns (and it is a moot question upon which it is preferable to
be impaled): Flight - either from the victor or the victrix. Yet

To some it is no anomaly to pray God's blessing upon a liaison. But
these folk are to be pitied; for

A clandestine love always works havoc - havoc to all three. (4)

(4) Cf. Platus: "Malus clandestinus est amor; damnum 'st merum."

Will men and women never learn what trouble they lay up in store for
themselves by breaking their plighted troths?

* * * * *




VII. On Beauty

"La beaute' pour moi c'est la divinite' visible, c'est le bonheur
palpable, c'est le ciel descendu sur terre."
- Theophile Gautier


Beauty, they say, is but skin-deep. That is quite deep enough to enslave
mankind. As a matter of fact, it is much deeper: for, to say nothing of
health and good-spirits,

Beneath true beauty lies an admirable or a loveable character. And
yet - or, perhaps, and therefore -

If by some mischance beauty should arouse our resentment, with what
different eyes we regard it!

* * *

The feeling for beauty is probably more highly developed in man than in
woman. (N. B. Perhaps this is the source of the beauty of women.)
Nevertheless,

It is a question that perhaps will never be settled, how much value
should be placed upon mere beauty. For

Man soon tires of mere beauty. In fact, man, the inconstant creature,
soon tires of mere anything.

* * *

Beauty should never be analyzed. At sight of graceful neck, who speaks
of "musculus sterno-cleido-mastoideus"; at touch of moist red lips, who
thinks upon the corpuscles of Paccini?

* * *

More women are wooed for their complexions than for their characters.

* * *

Could women only know it, nothing can add to their charms: how
provokingly delightful is the uniformed demureness of an hospital nurse
beside the elaborate bedizenments of a woman of fashion!

* * *

The most beautiful thing known among men is: a good woman. And this is
not an anomaly.

* * *

She who captures a man by a single charm, be it even beauty, holds him by
a weak chain.

Think not it was merely beauty that made Helen or Cleopatra historic.

Beauty is much, and grace is much; but there is a charm more subtle and
potent than these.

* * *

Beauty without modesty is a rose without perfume: the petals may delight,
but they lack an ineffable savor. Like a flower, too,

Though the tangible petals are numbered and comptable, the subtle perfume
eludes the sense and is inexhaustible. For

Modesty is the exhalation of the soul: at once it enhances, as it
refines, the potency of beauty. Nay more,


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