And he must also have the courage to go home to his woman and become a perfect answer to her deep sexual call.
But he must never confuse his two issues.

Primarily and supremely man is _always_ the pioneer of life, adventuring onward into the unknown, alone with his own temerarious, dauntless soul.

Woman for him exists only in the twilight, by the camp fire, when day has departed.

Evening and the night are hers.
The psychoanalysts, driving us back to the sexual consummation always, do us infinite damage.
We have to break away, back to the great unison of manhood in some passionate _purpose_.

Now this is not like sex.