of Today; Never-Told Tales; Eugenics and
Marriage, etc. Fellow of the New York Academy of Medicine,
of the American Medical Editors' Association, American
Medical Association, New York State Medical Society,
Internationale Gesellschaft fuer Sexualforschung, American
Genetic Association, American Association for the
Advancement of Science, American Urological Association,
etc., etc.

Illustrated

Twenty-First Edition

1929
Eugenics Publishing Company
New York

Copyright, 1917,
by Eugenics Publishing Company

Press of
J.J. Little & Ives Co.
New York

THE CREATION OF WOMAN

This old Oriental legend is so exquisitely charming, so superior to
the Biblical narrative of the creation of woman, that it deserves to
be reproduced in WOMAN: HER SEX AND LOVE LIFE. There are several
variants of this legend, but I reproduce it as it appeared in the
first issue of THE CRITIC AND GUIDE, January, 1903.

At the beginning of time, Twashtri--the Vulcan of Hindu
mythology--created the world. But when he wished to create a
woman, he found that he had employed all his materials in the
creation of man. There did not remain one solid element. Then
Twashtri, perplexed, fell into a profound meditation from which
he aroused himself and proceeded as follows:

He took the roundness of the moon, the undulations of the
serpent, the entwinement of clinging plants, the trembling of
the grass, the slenderness of the rose-vine and the velvet of
the flower, the lightness of the leaf and the glance of the
fawn, the gaiety of the sun's rays and tears of the mist, the
inconstancy of the wind and the timidity of the hare, the vanity
of the peacock and the softness of the down on the throat of the
swallow, the hardness of the diamond, the sweet flavor of honey
and the cruelty of the tiger, the warmth of fire, the chill of
snow, the chatter of the jay and the cooing of the turtle dove.

He combined all these and formed a woman. Then he made a present
of her to man. Eight days later the man came to Twashtri, and
said: "My Lord, the creature you gave me poisons my existence.
She chatters without rest, she takes all my time, she laments
for nothing at all, and is always ill; take her back;" and
Twashtri took the woman back.

But eight days later the man came again to the god and said: "My
Lord, my life is very solitary since I ret