This was given me with great clearness by both Ellador and Somel.

The feeling was the same--sick revulsion and horror, such as would be felt at some climactic blasphemy.
They had no faintest approach to such a thing in their minds, knowing nothing of the custom of marital indulgence among us.

To them the one high purpose of motherhood had been for so long the governing law of life, and the contribution of the father, though known to them, so distinctly another method to the same end, that they could not, with all their effort, get the point of view of the male creature whose desires quite ignore parentage and seek only for what we euphoniously term "the joys of love." When I tried to tell Ellador that women too felt so, with us, she drew away from me, and tried hard to grasp intellectually what she could in no way sympathize with.
"You mean--that with you--love between man and woman expresses itself in that way--without regard to motherhood?
To parentage, I mean," she added carefully.
"Yes, surely.

It is love we think of--the deep sweet love between two.
Of course we want children, and children come--but that is not what we think about." "But--but--it seems so against nature!" she said.

"None of the creatures we know do that.