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