Women know that men do not know women.--Ahem!--Men in this respect are
somewhat different:

A man usually regards not ungenerously the qualities of his successful
rival; a woman never. The former will candidly admit the possession of a
more potent charm; the latter will trace it to the crudest of causes. In
a word,

The unsuccessful man blames, not his rival, nor the women he loses, but
himself.

The unsuccessful woman blames, never herself, but either the outrageous
meretriciousness of her rival, or the blindness of the man she loses.
From which it may once more be deduced that
The unsuccessful woman blames, never herself, but either the outrageous
meretricousness of her rival, or the blindness of the man she loses.
From which it may once more be deduced that
Men are won by more primitive means than are women. And, alas for men
(alas also for many women),

The majority of men are so blind, so abominably blind, that they cannot
distinguish the women who are really in love with them, from the women
who pretend to be in love with them, but are not. For because,

So completely do women know men, that it is easy for any woman to delude
any man. This is one of the reasons why

Every woman is the rival of every other woman:

This woman will be herself, her own true, simple, and virtuous self; will