A note
In my life I have many times encountered a strange and special type of women, those whom I might venture to call dowsers, or wanderers with divining rods.
Perhaps their most singular attribute is the inclination to see, or rather attempt to steal a glimpse of, the Propelling Force of things. Since this Force does not display itself easily or eagerly, or very frequently, it is only natural that their quest is usually in vain. Not explicitly so; and yet one might expect that from this veracity and vigour of feeling some resolution would emerge, some daring attempt to thrust oneself overboard--without which, as I am sure you understand, the doors remain shut. But it never does.
I do not know nor would I care to try and cook a strictly logical explanation for this, but I believe there is, even in the most perceptive, researchful and adventurous woman, some inborn anchor, some plain and solid chain which does not let her slip and, carried by her own weight, pursue the inevitable course of unknown down the grim passages of the underworld. The Witch Hunts of Middle Ages were really most nearsighted not to realise this; all those testy judges really did, I am sure, was just sublimate their own extreme and unchecked hunger for the Search--but in women, of course, this hunger is ever so controlled.
A lady may be tiptoeing a hair's width away from the Master Plan of the House, and yet this mysterious guardian spirit that I have alluded to previously will never let her cross this unseen and immaterial boundary, and she will remain on the other side, so weary with her search, so discontent, and yet whole. Men of the very same type, on the other hand, may wander in every direction. For them these confines do not exist; consequently, their minds are shattered all too easily.
It must be a part of the great design of things that it is so.
This is something I found written in my own hand. And yet I can make neither heads nor tails of it; I do not recollect having written it myself, nor receiving it from anybody else. For that matter, I do not know if I understand very well what is conveyed by this text. There are few such men nowadays and almost no women. It would appear that the Quest has been forbidden to people, for it drives them insane and kills them.
Or is it possible that the genders have switched roles? That certainly invites some curious thoughts... Men of the past I remember did never live for specific goals. In fact, a man's life as it used to be could never be accomplished. Oh, it's muddy. But I wonder, now... I am thinking of this girl...
Yes, very unclear.
Perhaps their most singular attribute is the inclination to see, or rather attempt to steal a glimpse of, the Propelling Force of things. Since this Force does not display itself easily or eagerly, or very frequently, it is only natural that their quest is usually in vain. Not explicitly so; and yet one might expect that from this veracity and vigour of feeling some resolution would emerge, some daring attempt to thrust oneself overboard--without which, as I am sure you understand, the doors remain shut. But it never does.
I do not know nor would I care to try and cook a strictly logical explanation for this, but I believe there is, even in the most perceptive, researchful and adventurous woman, some inborn anchor, some plain and solid chain which does not let her slip and, carried by her own weight, pursue the inevitable course of unknown down the grim passages of the underworld. The Witch Hunts of Middle Ages were really most nearsighted not to realise this; all those testy judges really did, I am sure, was just sublimate their own extreme and unchecked hunger for the Search--but in women, of course, this hunger is ever so controlled.
A lady may be tiptoeing a hair's width away from the Master Plan of the House, and yet this mysterious guardian spirit that I have alluded to previously will never let her cross this unseen and immaterial boundary, and she will remain on the other side, so weary with her search, so discontent, and yet whole. Men of the very same type, on the other hand, may wander in every direction. For them these confines do not exist; consequently, their minds are shattered all too easily.
It must be a part of the great design of things that it is so.
This is something I found written in my own hand. And yet I can make neither heads nor tails of it; I do not recollect having written it myself, nor receiving it from anybody else. For that matter, I do not know if I understand very well what is conveyed by this text. There are few such men nowadays and almost no women. It would appear that the Quest has been forbidden to people, for it drives them insane and kills them.
Or is it possible that the genders have switched roles? That certainly invites some curious thoughts... Men of the past I remember did never live for specific goals. In fact, a man's life as it used to be could never be accomplished. Oh, it's muddy. But I wonder, now... I am thinking of this girl...
Yes, very unclear.