“LOVE EXPERT’S” SECRETS.

Dunstan Times, Issue 3379, 20 June 1927, Page 7

“LOVE EXPERT’S” SECRETS.

SHOWING THE WAY TO TRUE ROMANCE.

(By Dr Pierre Vac-bet, of the Sorbonne University A I have often received at my office some woman who told me: “Doctor. 1 suffer horribly. Ido nob sleep. I have no appetite. 1 have not the courage to start anything or to get interested in something or other. I am the prey of an invincible anguish. “I feel a horrible moral loneliness and this atrocious feeling tortures me. T would like to love some one, or something, but above all 1 would like to oe loved deeply, sincerely. “I have believed many times that .I had met the person lam tirelessly waiting for, the one who could love me, the one I could love intensely, i am able to give the blindest love, but ever\ time I rapidly noticed! that 1 was mn loved for myself, that the person din nob give me the proofs of passion by which a woman is never mistaken, of an exclusive passion before which pny other care disappears. I have never met any man worthy of the love Gnu was ready to give. “Alas. I feel the inexorable march of time. When 1 was 20 I already felt like an old woman. Now, I clearly understand that I have run my race, and though . . . .” Am I going to advise her to be contented with a mediocre friendship, a mediocre love? 1. could tell her; “There is no sincere woman friend, all of them arc jealous, scheming, perverse. There is laot a. single man who is not selfish and indifferent to tire proofs of love that one gives him. except when satisfying his vanity. Therefore, you had better accept this state of things and hope for the best.” But I am not convinced of the depth and the intensity of the love she professes. Notice the way she expresses herself. Her sufferings are horrible, her anguish invincible, her sensitiveness excessive, her devotion blind, and she demands an affection that is profound and exclusive. Do not be deceived. It is the mark of a mania, of an obsession —all these extremes in sentiment and action from a feeble woman —and they show her as a maladroit woman, Jacking sentiment and the one chiefly responsible for her moral loneliness. If I question her, she confesses that doubt seizes her from the moment she begins to love some one, and that she multiplies the proofs that are going to show her if she is really loved for herself. Anyhow, does she not believe that the safest thing is to do nothing to provoke love? A smile, an attention a spontaneity, a forgiveness, arc they not so many acts of cowardice? “[ do not want any lovo that is bought” is her keynote. “You do not love me,” onr restless woman repeats endlessly. “If yon loved me you would sacrifice this or that for me ” , Now, among the women you know, look for the one who is happy, who is loved, and who loves. She is neither remarkably pretty nor highly intelligent. But she is always joyful and confident. She is not the victim of this haunting green-eyed monster called jealousy. She never dreams that one could stop loving her, and if some indiscietion occurs she forgives with delicacy, being unable to bold a grudge. One get. l , tired very soon of a person who does nob offer entire confidence and happiness in friendship or love, and from then, mistrust is justified, the reproaches are merited, luit yon are the responsible one. yon who wanted to make experiments to see if you were lovedi for yourself. Remember, madamc. that for being loved von must first of all have a complete faith in this love that yon_accept. Love does not manifest itself immediately with all the intensity it can reach by and by, bub it is the fruit o( a mutual parti Jpation. Lovo is joy, and your inquietude i* sadness. By doubting you prevent yonr own sentiment from blossoming and theother person's as well. Never cry. Tears only provoke sadness, and when yon are sad every one will flee von.