A WOMAN OF FEMININE LOVE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16353, 16 February 1921, Page 9

A WOMAN OF FEMININE LOVE.

What every woman wants more than anything else in the world is absolute, dominion over one man. There is a. peculiarly vampirish trend in feminine love which fykes the form of demanding entire possession of the creature upon whom the affections have been fastened. Every woman wants 1o feel that, no matter what his occupation—be it the most engrossing business or merely a. game of golf—she is ever the compelling note at the back of her man's head. Ho must not forget her for a single and he must he regretfully conscious that nothing is quite satisfactory lacking the saving grace of her presence. And she requires continually to be assured of this. Sho believes that in hoarding her perpetual recollection he holds a talisman rendering him immune against the attractions or blandishments of all other

It is difficult- for tin; feminine mentality to grasp th 5 ! curious power of detachment of the masculine. A woman cannot comprehend, much loss sympathise with, that trait by which a man can divest himself completely of any thought of her while absorbed in something else. A man’s mind— and this particularly refers to the man of many serious interests—is like a number of compartments, each scaled from the other and docket Ctrl as to contents. While he is iu « ne, he shuts out everything pertaining to any other. .V woman has not this capacity of detachment. Whether she is playing bridge or apparently obsessed with some domestic detail, she is always sub-con-KCiously aware of the One. The retentive quality is the dominating characteristic of woman. It is at once her greatest strength and her greatest weakness —she. cannot bear to lot go. If she secs the flame of a love on the wane she tries frantically to restore it to its full force. A man fared with the same contingency is apt to be more resigned —or brutal—and hastens to make cold the cooling affection. A man likes to do a thing, ha-re done with ic. and cohrign ail memory to oblivion—to wipe the tlato clean and b'3 ready for something new It }b this indtipet winch impels men to wn and-^forget. Woman, on the contrary, chngG morbidly to the / ecollection of her slightest indiscretion and bedews the thought with gallons of impotent, and not always contrite, tears. She rakes over and over the dead leaves in her heart, hoping to find Momething sufficiently warm and green into which she can instil fresh life by her very insistence. Alas, poor woman! How she hales to admit the. finality of anything.- By May Isabel Fisk, in’“The Daily Mail.”