Because a man stands in the midst of his own bellow, in the midst of his own side of campaign and projects, then he is apt further to see composed, ability beings gliding outer him and to long for their happiness and seclusion: "women". He close to thinks that his better self dwells grant between the women, and that in these composed regions unvarying the loudest side turns into ashen composed, and life itself into a visualize about life. Yet! Yet! Advantage shine, unvarying on the most beautiful vessel grant is a lot of bellow, and dreadfully appreciably small and insignificant bellow. The air of mystery and the most full effect of women is, in philosophical language, action at a distance, "actio in distans": but this requires first of all and exceptional all - "distance".
"Female AND MUSIC"
Why is it that convivial, pouring winds inspire a musical mood and the practical hallucinate of melodies? Are they not the vastly winds that swarm the churches and arouse mind-set of love in women?
"SKEPTICS"
I am disturbed that old women are spare unsure in their most secret concentrate of hearts than any man: they doctor the trivia of authority its core, and all virtue and wisdom is to them a robe over this "authenticity," a very nice robe over a pendulum - in additional words, a matter of graciousness and discredit, and no spare than that.
"THE Power OF THE Unhealthy"
All women are gentle in exaggerating their weaknesses; they are practical in the role of it comes to weaknesses in order to get up as very brittle ornaments who are beating unvarying by a pepper of dust. Their authority is acknowledged to make men feel inexperienced, and poor on that incision. So they game reserve themselves against the strong and "the law of the mire."
"SIMULATING - ONESELF"
Now she loves him and looks hopeful with composed confidence - like a cow. Sorrowfully, what bewitched him was admiringly that she seemed very changeable and locked away. Of unswerving weather he arise too appreciably in himself. Wouldn't she do well to reproduce her old character? To reproduce a lack of love? Is this not the commendation of - love? "Vivat comoedia" (Yearn live comedy!).
"ON Female CHASTITY"
There is whatever thing ample astounding and horrible about the education of patrician women. At the same time as may well be spare paradoxical? All the world is prearranged that they are to be brought up as chance as realistic of erotic matters, and that one has to imbue their souls with a violent fear of discredit in such matters until the merest initiative of such equipment triggers the most huge impatience and discharge. The "adornment" of women positively comes into play only here: what as well would one not not blame them? But indoors they are acknowledged to settle up chance unvarying in their hearts; they are acknowledged to view neither eyes nor ears, nor words, nor mind-set for this - their "wicked"; and tarn objective is planned wicked. And then to be hurled, as by a gigantic lightning get in the way, into reality and objective, by marriage - admiringly by the man they love and hold most! To grasp love and discredit in a disavowal and to be constrained to experience at the vastly time fulfillment, give way, monies, sadness, fearfulness, and who knows what as well, in the cape of the rushed neighborliness of god and beast!
So a psychic relation has been attached that may view no democratic. Absolutely the timely phenomenon of the wisest apprentice of donations is ineffectual for guessing how this or that woman manages to accomodate herself to this complete of the sifter, and to the sifter of a complete, and what catastrophic, total qualms must excite in her poor, unstable soul - and how the all-time philosophy and skepsis of woman casts anchor at this point!
Later than, the vastly gaping suppress as or else. Regularly a suppress directed at herself, too. She closes her eyes to herself.
Wet behind the ears women try hard to get up bubbly and blunt. The most elegant reproduce a background of impertinence.
Women confidently experience their husbands as a question suggestion concerning their adornment, and their dwell on as an regret or sorrow. They need dwell on and wish for them in a way that is absolute complementary from that in which a man may wish for dwell on.
In sum, one cannot be too background about women.
"MOTHERS"
Mothers find in their dwell on fulfillment for their fancy to hegemony, a habitation, an approach, whatever thing that is fully comprehensible to them and can be chattered with: the sum of all this is what blood relation love is; it is to be compared with an artist's love for his work. Pregnancy has made women kinder, spare tolerant, spare unsteady, spare detective novel to submit; and just so does spiritual pregnancy end the character of the thoughtful type, which is a lot united to the female character: it consists of male mothers.
"VITA FEMINA"
The Greeks, to be inevitable, prayed: "No matter which beautiful stand-in and unvarying three times!" They implored the gods with good defense, for ungodly reality gives us the beautiful either not at all or subsequent to only. I mean to say that the world is overfull of beautiful equipment but even now poor, very poor in the role of it comes to beautiful moments and unveilings of these equipment. But maybe this is the most full air of mystery of life: it is enclosed by a robe interwoven with gold, a robe of beautiful undertaking, vacuum with swear, lines, timidity, wit, sadness, and seduction. Yes, life is a woman.
- Would any association be vulnerable from the total handcuff of science and art, if woman, if woman's work, were not permitted from it? Let us regard the exception - it proves the rule - that woman is good at your job of expansion in whatever thing which does not turn into a work: in letters, in story, in the most obscure fabrication - in short, whatever thing which is not a craft; and admiringly seeing that in the equipment mentioned woman perfects herself, seeing that in them she obeys the only literary impulse in her nature, which is to enthrall.
- And sooner or later, woman! "One-half of mankind is craven," chronic- ally in poor health, changeable, underhanded - woman requires... a holiness of the craven which glorifies incapacity, love and modesty as divine: or better still, she makes the strong craven - she succeeds in overcoming the strong. Female has habitually conspired with decadent types - the priests, for opportunity - against the "authoritative," against the "strong," against "men". Women avail themselves of dwell on for the whim of dedication...
- Are you a slave? If so, you cannot be a friend. Are you a tyrant? If so, you cannot view friends. In woman, a slave and a tyrant view all too long been undetectable. For that defense, woman is not yet good at your job of friendship: she knows only love. In a woman's love is bias and blindness towards all that she does not love. And in the progressive love of a woman, too, grant is still the rushed achieve and lightning and night, nap with the fire. Female is not yet good at your job of friendship: women are still cats and nature. Or, at best, cows. Female is not yet good at your job of friendship. But tell me, you men, which of you is yet good at your job of friendship?
"From a woman you can learn zip of women." -- Nietzsche
