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A Woman Is Never So Happy As When She Is Being Wooed. Then She Is Mistress Of All She Surveys, The Cynosure Of All Eyes, Until That Day Of Days When She Sails Down The Aisle, A Vision In White, Lovely As The Stefanotis She Carries, Borne Translucent On Her Father's Manly Arm To Be Handed Over To Her New Father-surrogate. If She Is Clever, And If Her Husband Has The Time And The Resources, She Will Insist On Being Wooed All Her Life; More Likely She Will Discover That Marriage Is Not Romantic, That Husbands Forget Birthdays And Aniversaries And Seldom Pay Compliments, Are Often Perfunctory.

If A Woman Never Lets Herself Go, How Will She Ever Know How Far She Might Have Got?

Until Women Themselves Reject Stigma And Refuse To Feel Shame For The Way Others Treat Them, They Have No Hope Of Achieving Full Human Stature.

In A Sane Society No Woman Would Be Left To Struggle On Her Own With The Huge Transformation That Is Motherhood, When A Single Individual Finds Herself Joined By An Invisible Umbilical Cord To Another Person From Whom She Will Never Be Separated, Even By Death.

What We Ought To See In The Agonies Of Puberty Is The Result Of The Conditioning That Maims The Female Personality In Creating The Feminine.