You've had no experience.

You've never let yourself go about a woman in your life.
Lord of Heaven, man, you have never begun to know what it means!" Oh, dear me! Here was the situation as old as the return of the Prodigal or the desertion of the trusting village maiden, or any other cliche in the melodrama of real life.

"You are making a fool of yourself," says Mentor.

"Ah," shrieks Telemachus, "but you never loved! You don't know what love is." I looked at him whimsically.
"Don't I ?" My thoughts sped back down the years to a garden in France.

Her name was Clothilde.