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 senses or of the imagination than of the heart; with a woman every passions is an affair of the heart.
A man, when first he is in love, is absorbed in the contemplation of the object of his love. A woman is similarly situated is capable of making comparisons.