He flares up like a flame in oxygen.

No wonder they say geniuses mostly have great mothers.

They mostly have sad fates.
And then ?--and then, with this glamorous youth?
What is he actually to do with his sensual, sexual self?
Bury it?
Or make an effort with a stranger?
For he is taught, even by his mother, that his manhood must not forego sex.

Yet he is linked up in ideal love already, the best he will ever know.
No woman will give to a stranger that which she gives to her son, her father or her brother: that beautiful and glamorous submission which is truly the wife-submission.

To a stranger, a husband, a woman insists on being queen, goddess, mistress, the positive, the adored, the first and foremost and the one and only.