So she woos him, and he comes to love, and worship her. She senses that
something is wrong here - woman is not stupid - though she is powerless
to do anything about it, being a slave to her own heart. She has to
force herself not to think too deeply about this state of affairs for
fear of what she might find out. Perhaps out of guilt for her weakness
she submits to the situation, and to him, who embodies that which she is
submitting to. She is saying: "I know this is wrong, but my desire is
too strong. All I can do is let-go and submit. I throw myself at your
feet to prove to myself that you are the stronger." Thus does she avoid
having a conscience about it. She merely has to convince herself that
all things are too difficult to fight. Bowing and crumbling beneath all
things serves the purpose admirably.
But she is not to blame for her weakness. Woman is forced into her
thoughtlessness and superficiality, not being equipped to make a stand
for individuality and reason. When she does make a stand she is punished
for not fitting the role expected of her. Men will despise her. On top
of this she faces all the defeats and pressures involved in the exercise
of thought. For her, the exercise of thought is like stepping outside of
a cosy warm cottage into a cold and icy blizzard. She's just not used to
it. Therefore, rather than fail, and suffer, which she cannot stand,
cannot enter into and bear-up under, she steps back into the restfulness
of womanliness. Even here, she can still think a little, a lot more than
she appears to. Though she must cover up her thinking, repress it, not
let it come to the surface - not