A great calm comes over you then—
And you open languorously, luxuriously
Like an enormous, fresh passion flower opens its petals to the sun.
Something comes and snuggles into its petals like a honey bee
And they slowly close again—and then—just nothing then—
The sensation of having no sensations—great peace, vast peace—and
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
—Florence E. von Wien.
§ 97
So far as the woman’s slower progress than man’s toward the climax requires, as much time as possible should be given to each detail of the love episode. It will be shown in the chapter on control[18] that this time, and the opportunity for observation which it gives, is an important factor in the essentially human element of male control. Only its crassest animal form, its acutest gasp, is “brief as the lightning in the collied night.”