The surest way to fail to please a woman is to let her do what she pleases.
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Woman is born to acting as the sparks fly upward. And
What a woman really is, nobody knows, least of all herself.
To see a woman as she really is, one must see her with her babe. For
It is curious, but it is true, that not even before the passionate and accepted lover to whom she has utterly devoted herself can a woman bare her heart as can she to her babe. Perhaps we may go so far as to say that
Motherhood always partially eclipses wife-hood:
When the child comes, the man stands aside. For
It is not within the capability of man to evoke or to develop the totality of woman. There are feminine potentialities he is powerless to awake. There is a portion of womanliness always hidden from him. To her babe alone she opens the innermost recesses of her soul. For him she wears no masks, affect no accent, plays no part. Even her features take on a different and unique expression before the offspring of her womb. Never is she more womanly, never so strong, never so quite, never so self-contained, never so completely herself, and never so beautify when bending over her helpless infant son. And naturally: for say what one will,
Motherhood is the goal of womanhood. And
Howsoever she comes by it, a woman's burthen is always to her "That Holy
Thing". So