A Tale of Pretension:
You do not love women.
What have you ever done for them? Nothing. You have only ever offered them an
alternative to what was healthy for them. The moment that they needed you, you
had all ready calculated a response that was tailored to YOUR needs, and not
theirs. Your obsession with women rendered you amoral, unless the amorality can
be said to predate the obsession, which is not unlikely. In private you treated
them as objects, and yet you condemned your fellows for treating them as
property. As though any thing could be possessed OTHER than a person! To
possess any thing is to personify it as an extension of yourself. And what is
love other than that? The only difference between your love and the love of
your fellows is that they regarded people and their feelings as belonging to
the Public Domain; it was YOU that stole people and feelings and made them your
temporary private property. You ask me how that could be possible as though it
were my burden to find an answer. I was never fooled; I do not know. But I can
tell you that I know that you deliberately made me “look bad”, even when my own
contributions were byfar outreaching yours. So what can you know of women? You
were only ever a disappointment to them. You did not treat them either as
Equals nor as Others. You prided yourself in some sort of “knowledge” of them
that outshone that of your male fellows, as though you were some sort of
matriarch who could be justified in his betrayal of his closest friends by
veneration of any desperate woman who did not know what she wanted and might be
tempted by any thing. She does not even give me credit for my courage in
admitting to such painful things because her own guilt outweighs her sympathy
for me. What became of your knowledge? Was it ever more than knowledge of
remote objects that you strove with futility to control? By what devil was it
inspired? And who would believe in it now? Where are they now?
Dm.A/A.
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