ot!

* * *

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 roue' 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. A