The reason for my own comparative success was at first far from pleasing to my pride.
"We like you the best," Somel told me, "because you seem more like us." "More like a lot of women!" I thought to myself disgustedly, and then remembered how little like "women," in our derogatory sense, they were.
She was smiling at me, reading my thought.
"We can quite see that we do not seem like--women--to you.

Of course, in a bi-sexual race the distinctive feature of each sex must be intensified.

But surely there are characteristics enough which belong to People, aren't there?
That's what I mean about you being more like us--more like People.

We feel at ease with you." Jeff's difficulty was his exalted gallantry.

He idealized women, and was always looking for a chance to "protect" or to "serve" them.