It is not within the capability of man to evoke or to develop the
totality of woman. There are feminine potentialities he is powerless to
awake. There is a portion of womanliness always hidden from him. To her
babe alone she opens the innermost recesses of her soul. For him she
wears no masks, affect no accent, plays no part. Even her features take
on a different and unique expression before the offspring of her womb.
Never is she more womanly, never so strong, never so quite, never so
self-contained, never so completely herself, and never so beautify when
bending over her helpless infant son. And naturally: for say what one
will,